L'ange Dechu Novels & Stories

I gasped, my voice breaking. “Language, baby,” l'angeo growled, thrusting his fingers deeper, slower. “I’ll make you scream, but you’ll do it with my name on your lips.” “L’angelo..." I moaned, clawing at the sheets, my body convulsing as he set a rhythm and played my body like a flute. His lips pressed hot kisses down my spine, soft against the raw sting of his palm, before his teeth grazed my shoulder. He bit down just enough to make me cry out, his fingers never slowing, his thumb pressing tight circles against the bundle of nerves that had me trembling violently.

Hazardous, zig-zagged, indents painting the walls where something had scratched them and the old staircase to the right is breaking apart without a purpose. Strange symbols line the ceiling, bags of lavender and other flowers, hanging from nooses. The creature that waits in the dark, studies them without ever acknowledging the leather pouches. His familiar fading away as the last of his strength leaves. Grains of more important thoughts paving past the never changing scenery. Easy to imagine the little hunter, he attached to so dearly. " Where are you, Claecy?!" The first sign of tears had made his heart stutter to stop, the way she had curled around her leg like an anchor to keep him there,

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door.

She asked, and my aunt nodded. "Awesome.. So Auntie Annie, would you mind opening one that leads to Paris for me? Yunno... to burst me outta this joint? " We laughed, and I went over to hug her "I'll really miss you, Ray." Thanks a lot for being here for me. " She hugged me back and we stayed like that till my aunt coughed, "The portal is supposed to be open for just a few minutes honey. We have a few seconds left. And Rachel, you probably should start going home now. Your parents will be waiting for you. "

KENZIE The air crackled with tension as I approached Beatrice, her delicate frame trembling under the oppressive weight of Markov’s spell. Every step I took felt deliberate, measured, as if the very atmosphere were resisting my advance. Luca stood before her, broad shoulders squared, an unyielding barrier between her and the world. His eyes locked onto mine, suspicion carved deep into his features. I could sense his wariness, the instinctual need to shield his mate from any perceived threat. Yet I had to reach her. I had to break the enchantment that clung to her mind like a suffocating shroud.

Annabella mumbled and pulled her into a hug "I don't want to leave you also cutie,I don't want to" Annabella said "Then just stay with us forever" Casey said and Annabella smiled "How old are you again?" She asked "Six" Casey replied and Annabella broke the hug "I love you baby" She whispers "Alex will be jealous" Casey grinned "I know" Annabella said and they both laughed •••• ≺ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋=𝔸 𝔹𝔸ℝ ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕊𝔼≻

He realized she was his hope, a ray of light that drowned his misery and gloom and painted a fresh picture of the perfect sunset, making it shine as bright as her personality. Angela felt no less as she stared in Mason's steely eyes, she felt all her anger and frustration washing away. He was just like that. Leaving her defensless under the dangerous weapons of his charm. With just one look of his, she could melt away, like an ice cream in a desert. (Ok. That was weird 😂 ik but this is Angel we're talking about and she's weird) She felt like she would fall down right now by intensity of his eyes. Damn him, he always knew how to charm her. But right now, he was doing that without doing anyth

I explained without taking my eyes off the judge who saw us inquisitive. “Can you talk later?” Matt interrupted us before going to the judge. "Don't worry, George, you can go on." "Sure,” The poor man cleared up again before continuing, "Well? Do you accept her?” “This beautiful woman with a French name?” Louis asked mockingly. "Hell, yeah!" “How about you, Evangeline Brooks? Do you accept Lord Louis Anderson third as husband to love and protect until death do you part?” Now it was me who gaped at the man next to me.

Her greedy eyes followed my every move. "What did you do today Angel?" Her eyes flew back to mine but my face gave nothing away. "Um, I went to the caterers?" She was starting to squirm against the sheets as I walked closer to the bed. Climbing up from the bottom I nibbled my way up her leg until I reached her core, one long deep lick and I was on my way, down the other leg to her bound ankle where my anklet was. I bit around it taking her flesh in my teeth causing just a touch of pain.

Gaston purred, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp of pure suspicion. "C'est un honneur de rencontrer un autre fils de Lyon. Dites-moi, mon ami, comment va le vieux pont de la Guillotière ces jours-ci? Est-ce que la petite boulangerie au coin de la rue de la Barre vend toujours ces merveilleuses brioches aux pralines?” (“It is an honor to meet another son of Lyon. Tell me, my friend, how is the old Guillotière Bridge these days? Does the little bakery on the corner of Rue de la Barre still sell those wonderful praline brioches?”)