Naughty Angel Novels & Stories

she whispered as she cat walked to the bed. “You are a temptress, even if you look as innocent as fuck” “Well Shawn doesn’t look as dangerous as he is” “Looks may deceive, but you would always be my angel” Her heart pounded as she wondered if he would still see her as innocent or an angel when he found out that even her name had being a fake, everything about her seemed false, like she was living a life that belonged to someone else, but the difference is that now this had become her life, she loved it.

"I have nothing else to do with you, Thomson. You are one of the most awful people I have met in my life. I don't want to recall what transpired between us that night because you suck! You son of a bitch!" "Yeah, I gladly agree with you, Becky!" I could hear the sound of his smile from the other side of the phone. "Oh, yeah! Go ahead and brand me whatever you wish. I'm a son of a bitch, there is no doubt about that, remember the same son of a bitch made you speak in tongues the other night. You never stopped telling me how sweet I was, while I doing all those on you!"

Warner said to me as I took a seat. “Who's Miranda?” I pondered, adjusting my posture on the comfy sofa. “Uhm, I am Miranda!” The girl with the messy bun sitting aside me said. “Right.” I sighed, her brown eyes drawing me in. —---------------------------------------- Angel’s POV I hung up the call and put the phone down. My head tilted to the side and i.locked eyes with John. He was entrancing. His aura kept drawing me in. My panties wet up as we stared eye to eye.

The realization of her predicament bore down on her, and it was as if the universe conspired to test her resolve. The taxi driver's impatience transformed into anger, and he seized Anastasia's arm, pulling her out of the cab onto the bustling sidewalk. Bystanders couldn't help but become spectators to this unfolding drama, their curious eyes adding to Anastasia's humiliation. She felt exposed, helpless, and vulnerable, caught in the midst of a situation she couldn't control.

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

Yet when she spoke, her tone suggested to Angel that she was smiling ever so sweetly. “You are right, Ree, let’s leave the traitor in the toilet where she belongs.” Tanny and Britney laughed openly at their lead bitch’s words. What are we, twelve? Angel thought but she continued to hold her breath, not daring to give back all that she wished she could. For the longest time she had wanted to fight back against all the members of the pack who taunted and abused her, and yet her self-preservation instincts wouldn’t allow her to. She waited in utter silence until she was absolutely certain that the women, along with Reebah, were gone. Then, she unlocked the stall and headed to the door, knowing

Minah lifted her right hand and pressed the tip of the child's pointed nose with her thumb. “You're cute. But no, I don’t like good kids and I don’t fancy good men like your father. Sell him to other women, and he'll win them over.” Then she let go of her nose and straightened her back. “And I don’t like you for a daughter. I only want a daughter that could match my wickedness. I don't like angels, they’re useless and weak.” Angel blinked her eyes several times. “That was... mean...” "You forgot the word nasty and despicable, sweetheart,” she corrected her. Before the kid could say something further, she had already walked towards the door and left without saying goodbye.

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