Max And Alec Dark Angel Novels & Stories

He raised his head and looked at her beautiful face. “Are you scared of me, Angel!” He asked carefully. Allison looked into his eyes which flashed red as she realised Dark was trying to surface still. She didn't know why she said those words but as if she got hypnotised by his eyes she uttered, “I want to talk to Dark.” A low and thick growl left Lyceon’s throat as he got into her face abruptly. Allison widened her eyes and hit her head back on the soft pillow. “You won't be able to handle him! You don't know what that monster has been ordering me around?”

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

Angel's voice dripped with disdain as she gestured towards the chaos below. " You're sick, Angel! Let Ava go! " Alex's words were laced with anger, his fists clenched in frustration. Angel chuckled darkly, " Oh, but Alex, you know it's not that simple. She's part of my plan, just like you are " Without warning, Angel lunged at Alex, their struggle intensifying on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Black, positioned strategically, assessed the situation, preparing to cover Alex's escape with Ava. In a swift move, Alex managed to disarm Angel, but the standoff was brief. Angel's cunning was matched only by her unpredictability. With a desperate push, Alex managed to disengage and make a daring leap onto

He wanted to show her exachow her passion inflamed him. "Max," she glared at him, but there was something that she found irresistible about this man. "Angel, I am your blade in the dark. I am your partner in crime, your right hand, the man who will burn the world down for you, just say the word angel, and it will be done." As he spoke, he kept his eyes locked onto hers. "Okay, okay, we get it," Gianna scoffed in a jesting manner, "the sexual tension is off the charts. Can we get something to eat, please?"

Before I could react, he reached forward, slipping my glasses back onto my face. The moment the world sharpened into focus, my breath caught. There he was, Isaac Hayes. My forbidden, beautiful cousin. And God help me, he was even more breathtaking than before. "How are you doing, Snow? It's been ages. You're whiter than ever," he said with a sly grin. My eyes followed him before I even realized it. Isaac tucked his hands in his pocket and his tall frame cloaked in black. "Oh, stop teasing her," Aunt Jane snapped. "You're as pretty, Angel."

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

10 I sipped my drink and raised my eyes to check out a couple sitting in front of me and making out without breaking the climax in the private cabin. I swear it had been 15 minutes we reached down the town’s expensive restaurant - afforded by these rich brats- called, ‘The Angels’ and I hadn’t seen Eliana and Ryan detaching from each other for a split second, they looked like two horny teenagers ready to have scandalous public sex. I straightway lowered my gaze and pushed my attention to something else like my wedding ring which I hadn’t taken off yet, and now I believed I should’ve taken action regarding it.

Since their time is running low and everyone has their orb, he needs to get his self the orb. When they look at Nisemono, he was quiet, like a scared boy terrified to admit he stole money from her mother's purse. He nibbled his lower lip and smiled awkwardly. "Pika said the guardian of the dark orb is the Angel of Death." That gave them some kind of gloomy wind. They knew they would face the Angel but not when he holds one of their keys for them to go home. This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel.

The heavy scent of tequila and whiskey hit my nose as my eyes scanned the faces of the patrons. “Motherfucker,” I hissed, spotting Dexter. He cradled a glass of whiskey in his hand, a magazine resting on his lap. He sure looked like hell. I walked up to him, sitting across from him. He threw off the sunglasses resting on his nose, raising his brow awkwardly. Was he trying to look cool? I doubted it. “You just ruined my morning. Speak,” I said coldly, my voice commanding. He took a deep breath. “Malik was here with Alice,” he said, his voice equally cold.

“Tell Kendra we’ll be with her soon.” He cleared his throat deeply. “I’m afraid it’s not Kendra… or Alpha Hades.” A dressed Kane walked up to him, a stern look in his eyes. “Who is it?” Alan’s hesitation was not a good sign. “Alpha Adrian of the Silverclaw pack.” Fuck. ~~~ The Dark Alpha—the only name that suits him—refused to remove his sunglasses or his hoodie. I didn’t know what he was hiding beneath it all but to say the truth, I wasn’t eager to know. My greatest fear was how Aurora would react to this.