Naughty Angel Novels & Stories

"P...please Angel drop the gun...shooting me won't...won't give you anything"Sia said while shaking her head hoping Angel would stop his advance and leave in peace. However, the expression on his face was murderous, he had his gun pointed at her "I've always hated you...do you know why...because you ruined my plans...if you didn't follow me that night"he said with bitterness as he took small predatory steps towards Sia who was backing away slowly, it was scary seeing how crazy angel looked. He wasn't in his right senses, and hence he could do anything without thinking twice "if you didn't poke your silly nose in my affairs then...you wouldn't be here with me pointing a gun at you...you littl

When ever Maree talking about it, he had a smirk on his face that obviously said “ I told you so” Now on a normal day Angel was a beauty to behold. She had the body shape of a Coca-Cola bottle. When ever she walked her hips swayed to an unheard song, she walked in calculated steps , a born stepper. Her hair was the color of dark chocolates which somewhat made it hard for one to know if she had a black hair or she was a brunette. Her eyes which was coffee brown, danced with a glint of coolness but wary. Due to the way she was brought up, she grew up some what paranoid. She had a nose that could make girls want a nose surgery as her pouty lips made her have a bitch face when she was pissed

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.

Luke points out. We all laugh at his comment. He is right. My angel is not a girlie girl. She has no problem getting dressed up but only if there is a reason to. She is somewhat of a tomboy. -Please help me-Aliya -So you were kidnapped by my sister, cousin, and Yvette-Me -Yes, they are forcing me to do all this girly shit-Aliya -Angel I know you don’t like it but I am sure they are going to make you look perfect for your Luna ceremony-Me

I scratched my nails against the stubble along my jaw even though I would rather punch someone, preferably whomever would betray her. Angel was a pure soul. She already truly embodied everything that a Luna should be. She cared deeply about everyone, wanting them to feel like they belonged, and doing everything that she could to ensure that they had someone to lean onto. Grant and I locked eyes. We nodded and squared our shoulders. Nobody would touch her. We would destroy them first.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Aunty Cassandra please wake up, don't go, don't leave us alone, please," Mia cried out hysterically. "Cassandra!!!. My love, please wake up!!!... Nooooooo!!!!!!!.... Please wake up, I still need you." Claradious wept in agony. "Take heart Claradious, you have to be strong for your daughter and your sister now," The Midwives consoled. "Noooooooooo!!!!!!! Claradious hysterically screamed in agony. (Present, The Modern-Day) Angelus has grown up into a beautiful, strong, and confident young lady, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall and she looked twenty in terms of age but she is a seven hundred million years old girl.

Let alone been so unprofessional. "Slut? That's the best you’ve got?" Angelique mocks and laughs. That laugh she does when she's about to say something hurtful, "The fact that your new boyfriend wants me more than he wants you doesn’t make me a slut. It just makes you a tomboy beta with no sex appeal, and it makes me a goddess that no one can resist. But... having dirty sex with him while he's with you maybe does make me a slut. I guess you were right, then."

After so many rains, here she is again, speaking to him once more, careful not to touch his ice cold heart, careful not to freeze. "You've no heart for me to shatter!" His voice was getting nearer to her but she remained unbothered or so she acted. "Do you want me to return your suffering to you? Do you want to go back to that day I showed you your daughter's sweet smile? Do you want to suffer again?!" To her surprise, the Angel flew right to her, holding her chin up. His eyes were glistening with pure hunger, his evil grin almost reaching to his ears and his psychotic laughs. What had this little boy become?

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.