Nathaniel Angel Novels & Stories

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel. A dangerous tribrid king. An angel who refuses to fear him. A bond neither of them expected. A soft giggle slips out of me. If my readers could see the real Tribrid right now—shirtless, clutching me like a giant emotional support teddy bear—they would lose their minds. I keep writing, minutes stretching into hours. The words come easily tonight, pouring out faster than I can catch them. Maybe it's the adrenaline. Maybe it's the strange comfort of having him here beside me.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

Said grip now slowly loosened, then Nathaniel stepped aside and pulled her arm through his. "Come on", he said, and brought her to greet other guests. When the General saw Nathaniel leave, he heaved a sigh. "You can't just go around assuming things, Angel. As far as I know, they might not even be a pair. You see, this man is kind of peticular. He gets his orders from the highest position. The last time I saw him, his group of warriors had infiltrated the army we were fighting, turning against them at the critical point in battle. If not for him, I might be dead already!"

Sometimes she is messing with the students but I didn’t care. “Hailey.” I called her using a low voice so no one would think I’ve gone crazy for talking by myself. She stopped playing on her toes and face me taking her feet down to the floor. “Yes?” “Angelo is a demon?” She gave me a shrug. “And how can you still be here? My Birthday is done.” “Angelo asked me to watch over you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I lean my back on the chair acting as normal as possible so no one would think I’m crazy.

I leaned over and looked at him; I pushed him up and kneeled over before him. “Are you mine, Kian?” “Only Yours, Baby.” He said in a whisper. "Good, because I need to taste you and feel you in my mouth and on my tongue." " Fuck . I love you Angel", His eyes were hot and tender. His hand holding my throat while his thumbs brushing over my cheeks .I wrapped my hands around him. When he said eleven inches, he wasn't lying. I offered up my lips for a kiss. He obliged me, taking my mouth with a fierceness that left me breathless.

His soft lips devoured mine like he was punishing me… or punishing himself. And I let him. Because I couldn’t stop. Because maybe I didn’t want to. Hey readers! 😊 So, here’s something — why do you think Nickolai is so ready to support Angel, even when it means stepping back from his own feelings? What’s really driving him to be so selfless (or is there more to it than meets the eye)? Drop your thoughts and theories, I’m all ears!

But reverse is the case for me,because I was the youngest of all the angels and believe me, I am also the cutest of them, mother Creator always have me in her bossom, and when it was time for me to join a department, mother Creator was against it, she insisted that I should be left alone, and do anything I wish to do. When I clocked a millennium, the Supreme chased me away from mother creator bossom, the Supreme is a jealous type and when He sees that I was the only one mother Creator was devoting all her time into, he used the excused that I’m now of age to be free from mother Creator’s bossom. Tho all the angels still refer to me as the little one, i doubt if they even remember my real nam

Setting the phone back on the desk, I lowered myself into my chair. My laptop was already open. The last quarter's financial report filled the screen. I started reading. Not a single number registered. Damn it. I leaned back in my chair. My gaze drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window behind my desk. Then back to the laptop. Forcing myself to read line after line. Still nothing. I snapped the laptop shut and rubbed my jaw. For the first time in a long time, Angela had finally gotten what she'd wanted. A chance to be free of me.

And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.