Jasmine V Angel Novels & Stories

Even though she was just. She suddenly turned, then opened the door and walked out, leaving her bag. The tears blinded her ad she briskly walked farther and farther away from the car, hating herself for having her heart on her sleeve like that. For having everything on her sleeve like that, so she gave it to whomever gave her attention. "Jasmine." She didn't stop, then turned to the road. Cars were still moving along the road, and blindly, she started to cross, fueled to irrationality by her anger.

Archangels were supernaturals just as I was, and they could procreate, which was amazing since I wanted to have a little Gabe running around in the future. Snow shook her head. "It blows my mind, but if anyone can handle an archangel, it's you." She laughed. "It's time," the wedding planner said, knocking on the door as Jasmine flew in. She moved past her mom and came right to me. "Thank you for letting me be your flower girl," she said, looking adorable in a blue dress cut specifically so as not to hinder her wings. She held a braided wood basket with blue and white rose petals.

Xavier was tensed and he needed to let it out, he took his phone dialing a familiar number, “Send your very best” were his only words to the receiver and he ended the call, twenty minutes later as expected, there was a knock on the door, “Come in” Xavier called as a beautiful Brown haired girl entered into his huge room. Xavier had workers in his house and they must have allowed the prostitute up to his room as they were used to this. “I’m Vera, Nice to meet you” The prostitute smirked eying Xavier with a lustful gaze, “I have no time for pleasantries” came the cold voice of Xavier as the girl removed her long jacket and threw it to the floor, revealing the fishnet-leather outfit she wore wh

she spat, her voice venomous. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a hint of anger. "Ava is my mate, Jasmine. And I would never choose you over her, no matter what." Jasmine's face twisted in rage, and she took a step closer to me. "You're making a big mistake, Dylan," she hissed. "I'm the one who deserves you, not that omega bitch." Bitch? I felt a burst of anger at Jasmine's words, and I took a step closer to her. "You don't deserve me, Jasmine," I said, my voice came out darker than I intended. "And you certainly don't deserve to speak about Ava like that."

My hands around her throat; “Should I stop, baby?” “Nooo, so god don’t stop. I'm cumming, Kian. Don't stop, oh goddddd.” she screamed, “Who do you belong to, Angel?” “You, only you, fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned. “Cum for me, Princess.” When I looked back, he was still there, our eyes locked, and he walked away. “Fuckkkk,” she screamed, her entire body lifted off the desk as she came screaming. I picked her up with her legs in my hands and started a mad thrust into her. She held onto me.

He never thought someone could make him feel so precious, so loved. "I will wait for you sir". He said in a low tone, pulling Lucas down to claim his lips again. This was all he wished ever, a love without lust. --- Tabby

That ass dropped me! Out of instinct, I flare my wings out to try and slow my descent. Not really trusting my wings, I called my armor and was wrapped in it instantly. I hit the ground hard, not as hard as I would’ve if my wings didn’t slow me down. They felt useless. These were just decoration at this point then they were helpful. Michael landed perfectly graceful next to me. If looks could kill my archangel would be dead! He nodded his head towards the bathing pools. Vanity my name is Jassmyine. I was too distracted to punish Michael. Oh, but he was going to pay. I made a mental note to punish him later. I was eager to see myself, what other things have changed about my appearance since my

Anger mixed with jealousy grew in Jasmine. Still, she continued her work but she did it in anger. She opened each page of the files she was typing angrily. Her face got squeezed together and a crease formed on her forehead, she couldn't help it nor change it. A few minutes later, Ariel walked out. Jasmine raised her eyes and looked at her cautiously. Her dress was very short that she had to pull it down, and then her cleavage was all exposed. Jasmine didn't know she was holding a page tightly until it tore in her hand.

Good thing that lady was stupid, unnoticing the difference. Back at the field, Amorivia sat once again, brows knitted together as she thinks hard about what the Angel had just told her. One thing she hates is how he never answers clearly. He would always laugh freely or in a psychotic way. He gives a grin or a smirk that is purely wicked and terrifying. How could she trust anything he says? Plus she's still worked up about finding out why he wants to be close to her all of a sudden.

If it wasn't for her deep brown skin, I'm sure she would be so red right now with the way she bit her lip at his name. "I haven't seen him all day," I said to her. Maxiano left when he woke up at my place this morning, leaving a small note for me that he had something to take care of and he was thankful for my hospitality. Her face fell a bit before she nodded. "If you do see him later though, can you please tell him to call me, I'm Angel" she said. "Sure, no problem. I'm Violet" I replied to her. Angel was beautiful, her hair was short and curly, her brown skin was unbelievably clear, she had dark brown eyes but they were also light at the same time.