Jasmine V Angel Novels & Stories

The valet drove up with the Jag and Angel was full of relief, because her legs were like jelly. Bastien gently helped her into the car, went around, got in and he drove from the curb. A strained silence reined during the short ride. Angel now realized how unimportant she’d been to Dev, as he hadn’t even remembered her in the slightest way. Instead of feeling devastated and hurt by this stunning realization, it seemed to release her from the fascination she’d clung to for so long. Now she concluded that those feelings were infatuation and an obsessive insanity. What she felt for Bastien was so much more, and they’d never even had sex. Her bond with this wonderful sexy man was like no other sh

She didn't say anything but kept silent while turning her fists into balls. "Hmm, I don't think you could get yourself ready by your own. Your body is still sore isn't it!?" Amara heard the maid's voice again and she stepped out of the bathroom realizing that she doesn't have any option other than agreeing with her. That's how she got dressed up in a black lacy dress which hugged her body showing off all those gifted curves which looked like they were sculptured by the god himself. Mrs. Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel.

Damien, who was holding Azrael's neck earlier, stopped momentarily, looking at Jasmine in shock. "Stop it!" Jasmine said, covering her ears and head as she sat down, feeling pained. All she could see right now was some black cloud that was clouding her vision and mind, along with the shooting pain in her body as if something was pushing her from inside, or was it something trying to suck her in? "Daniel! Rub her back! Help her calm down!" Azrael commanded, pushing Damien away, who was too shocked to react. Hearing Azrael's order, Daniel immediately scooted closer to Jasmine before rubbing her back in a soothing way,

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

Levi reminds him, as they both turn towards me with hungry filled eyes. "Fuck, Angel." Salem moans at the sight of me touching myself. "Oh, she's far from an angel, can't you see?" Levi smirks. "You're right. She's much more breathtaking than one." Salem retorts making me blush. He moves back in between my legs, before looking deep into my eyes. "Are you ready, Angel?" he asks me softly, gently running his hands up and down my thighs. "Yes." I moan, more then ready.

There was something captivating about the young woman standing before him. Alpha Jay observed the lady. Her wide, startled blue eyes, the nervous fidgeting. That amongst other things piqued his interest. She was very beautiful—both in human and supernatural beings' standards. Her luxurious black hair, cascading down to her waist, framing a delicate face with rosy full lips that she chewed anxiously. The way the white gown clung to her figure, revealing every subtle dip and swell, ignited a spark of unfamiliar...something within him.

"we have brought something for you." "What?" Angel asked, excitement quite visible in her eyes. Damien brought the bouquet ahead and gave it to her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the bouquet. She inhaled deeply and her senses danced with joy as she could smell her favourite scent. As her eyes opened, they caught sight of the brown wrapper, and her excitement doubled. "How did you know that I was craving chocolates?" She asked. "Because we love you," Aiden and Damien said at the same time.

He asked me. I shook my head. What particular ingredient was he talking about? " I checked it all, all of it. The only thing that was not some black seeds was given to me by Jane; she asked me to add it, but it was not among the things listed there." I tried to defend myself even though there was not much to do. " What the hell was that? You could not ask?" He said. " Jane told me about it; she was the former maid to Angel. I thought she knew better," I said.

One of my board members laughed. “You okay? You look a little flushed.” I nodded. The man moved close. Very fucking close as my board member stepped beside us, smiling proudly. “Allow me to introduce you to our newest investor…” The man in front of me never took his eyes from mine. “Azrael Valchini.” My gaze flew toward the feather disappearing beneath his collar. Angel. My Angel. He was our newest investor. Azrael Valchini— Wait...Valchini? My mind quickly raced. That name...it sound so familiar...the wedding. Valchini. Wait. WHAT?!

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.