Name Angel Wings Tattoo Novels & Stories

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

We made love for the first time that night and it was amazing the way he almost knew my body. But every time after that, he was…lackluster and fucked me like a man possessed. Not gentle, just rough that bordered on painful at times. He didn’t call me that name again, either…not like the first night. “Why do you call me Angel?” I ask after a while and turn my head toward Kaius. “You always call me that. Why?” He shrugs, but the ghost of a smirk tugs at his lips. “Your tattoo; the angel wings. Surely I can’t be the only one who calls you that.”

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

This time, it’s on me. That’s why in this second life, I wanted to be the brave girl. This time, I promised to face the problem head on even though I was weak. "Is that why another star was added to your tattoo? Because of what happened to Angela?" I asked, placing my hand on top of his. The pad of my thumb caressing his tattoo. "Yes. Right now, I have my two angels from above watching me to go on with life and this time, do it right."

Ravi said again, gently running his fingers through Raymond's already disheveled hair. If Raymond hadn't come to help him then, Ravi wouldn't know what his condition would have been like, or he might have even died from the excruciating pain. Ravi's hand trailed over the soft feathers on Raymond's folded wings, instantly causing Raymond to close his eyes. "Why do you have black wings among the others?" Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing.

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

"Doing what? I wasn't doing anything here. Not like you wouldn't say yes, it doesn't take much for a woman to fall in love with me." "Yeah and it doesn't take much for you to seduce and take them to bed or isn't that what you're implying? Then leave them broken and shattered. It's literally written all over your face and that tattoo of yours. What does it mean by the way? It's Angel's wings right? Folded around a rosebud then a pack of three wolves? And there's some sort of Chinese written all over it, what does it even mean?" "So now you're spying on me whenever I'm naked?"

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."