Nathaniel Angel Novels & Stories

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!

Nathaniel gave a soft, crooked smile, that same unreadable look in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. " Me again" Maya looked up at him,really looked at him this time. The calm in his eyes, the strength in his presence,it all felt too surreal. “Who... who are you?” she asked, voice shaky but curious. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow slightly, then gave a small, amused smirk. “Oh. My bad,” he said casually, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I’m Nathaniel. Nathaniel Hawthorne.”

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.

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel.

) She pulled away from the desk and walked towards the window. "Il suo nome è Nicholas Wright, è un agente FBI." (His name is Nicholas Wright, he is a FBI agent.) "Quando hai scoperto questo?" (When did you discover this?) She suspected that Xavier had something to do with it. "Cinque giorni fa." (Five days ago.) "Ha ottenuto qualcosa da parte dei dipendenti?" (Did he get anything from the employees?) "No. Sembra che sia su una missione solista. Lo abbiamo seguito e abbiamo notato che non ha un partner." (No. It seems he is on a solo mission. We have been following him and we noticed he does not have a partner.)