Love Stitch And Angel Novels & Stories

The wires were tied, exposing her neck and a thin necklace. She gave herself to the sound completely. He couldn't hear his thoughts as the booming music surrounded him. The feeling of freedom was present. Her problems didn't exist when the rhythm coordinated her body, prompting her to rock as carnal as possible. Lora Angel was an arsenal of sensuality.

Logan retorted, tossing the documents onto the table. "2.5 billion. You're incredibly trusting! Would you undress if I asked you to spend a night with me?" Logan joked, incredulous. Angel welled up with tears but eventually wiped them away and smiled. "Yes, I would undress if you asked! I've told you, my love for you has nothing to do with you personally. You always wear shabby clothes. I just want you to dress well. What's wrong with that? "Take off your clothes if you dare!" Angel looked up with determination, her alluring features highlighted by her blue suit. She appeared strong yet feminine, captivating any man with her looks alone.

Ethan inquired "I am good. Trust you are good too," Andrews replied "I am good. I need you to do something for me. My fiancee just left this place and I know she is upset with me. I need you to pick up some pieces of jewellery and nine-roses and have them delivered to her house for me," Ethan requested "No problem, Sir," Andrews replied "Here is her address," Ethan wrote Jacqueline's address on a piece of paper and gave it to Andrews. "When do you want them delivered?" Andrews asked

Sloth said and then laughed in a mocking manner. His thread reflected the light coming from the lightning. It was all over the battlefield. Nearby angel warriors now understand why some of their comrades were acting strange and attacking their own kind. At first they though they also betrayed them just like what Shane did but it turns out, Sloth was just playing with them as if they were his marionettes. Some tried to cut his thread but it was as tough as diamons and sharp enough to cut their weapons in half. Whoever makes a contact with his thread gets wounded or dies.

All men stared at her, jaw dropped on the floor, their eyes filled from the feast that is Angel's beautiful being. Deep red lips. Bosom that can make any man salivate and hips that never told a lie. And what's more is that angelic face that matches her name. She was wearing a green dress that hugged her curves and heels that accentuate her buttocks. She walked gracefully towards the platform where Jihanna was standing at, then she shook Jihanna's hand as they exchange formalities and greetings. "Hello, I'm Angel Beatrice Lewis, but you can call me Angel or Angie." She announced through the microphone. "I'll be working with you guys for the next two to three months, and I'll be expecting a lo

I Alex POV My angel looked like sin itself — wrecked, gaping, her pussy lips red and swollen, clit engorged and twitching, leaking my cum down her thighs in glossy streams. The sight of her used hole spasming, creamy with our release, nearly broke me. I wanted to shove back in, plug her full until nothing could leak out. But then I noticed — she’d drifted to sleep, yet her fingers still wandered between her legs. Even asleep, she scooped up the mess and pushed it back inside, moaning my name. “Fuck,” I muttered, cock stiffening all over again at the sight. My angel was insatiable, my perfect little slut. What good deed had I done to deserve this Luna — my love, my mate, my fucktoy, all in on

he said and walked out without looking back. Immediately, he left; Lizzy slowly opened her eyes. "I’m not drunk. I meant every word. Your lips tasted exactly how I imagined, like strawberries. I already lost one man I loved. I’m not losing you, too, Samson. I’ll be your Daniella." ************** The morning breeze drifted softly through the open windows. Angelie was sitting with the girls, weaving colorful ribbons through their hair. Keila's hair was done, tied into little buns with pink and white clips. Now she was on Meila’s.

They were sisters in a way no mortal could comprehend, their very essence woven from the same cosmic dust. Lachesis, the Allotter, stood tall, her face a mask of regal sorrow. Her hands were empty, and she watched the threads with an air of profound loss, as if she could no longer bear to measure them. Beside her, half-turned toward the Loom, was Clotho, the Spinner. Her hands moved in a slow, mournful rhythm, coaxing new, shimmering threads into existence from a swirling pool of raw potential at her feet. She did not look at us.

It was like I am in some spell. A few days later, there was an attack on Angelina by dark angel and demons. I fought with them alongside archangels. We won the fight but I was badly hurt. I was taken to witches where they need to make a potion for which they needed a fairy's nail and not just any fairy.it has to be a fairy princess nail. Eva knew there is no option so she asked Carol for help. Carol knowing that it's me immediately helped and gave her nails to the witch who created the potion and I was healed.

She relaxed her body in his arms and moaned. A few strands of hair were loose from her ponytail and were framing her face. He gently tucked the loose strands behind her ears. He caressed her face while staring into her eyes intensely. She did not know what he was searching for, but she was comfortable with it. She stared back into his beautiful hazel eyes and smiled. She loved his eyes, the beautiful swirl of colors in them, it was like staring out of the Galaxy at another world. His eyes seemed to be telling a story, trying to pass across a message, but she could not understand it. He held her chin with his right hand and tilted her head towards his. He bent his head and softly placed his l