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Dark World". It's impossible for anyone to come back from the dark world. Casie(To Amy): "Amy will you be ok with it? She is your mom?" Amy sighs Amy: "This is her destiny, Casie. We have waited too long to get rid of her. I will be sad to lose my mom but it's important for our well-being." Casie: "I am glad we both are on the same page." Casie: "Where can I get an angel blade?" Faith: "It is in Angelina however you have to get it."

Angel's Point Of View I woke up with a terrible headache. I groaned and snuggled more in the pillow which was radiating warmth all around me. Wait, what? I opened my eyes and saw a neck in front of me. Arms were wrapped around me and my face was buried in the neck of someone. I pulled away slightly and saw that it was Ace. I relaxed a bit and let my head fall back on his chest. I felt safe in his arms. I groaned and pulled away slowly, not wanting to wake him up. My head was throbbing and I closed my eyes at the unbearable pain. I shouldn't have drank that much. I stared at Ace and smiled when I realized how peaceful and angelic he looked.

The pull to him was even more so and he had admitted as much to her as well. Amara watched as the taillights disappeared from view before heading to her own bed. She had not seen Leslie and wondered if she was already asleep. She would have to tell her about their conversation in the morning. **************************************************************************************************************** Damascus tossed in his bed that night. His dreams were not filled with his Angel. Instead, a demon had come to visit him in her place. "She is going to burn because of you. Just like I did," the raspy voice echoed throughout his mind. Damascus jumped on his motorcycle and tried to outrun the

Warning: Too much PDA ahead. Please if you don't like reading flirtatious scenes, just skip this chapter hahahaha! Good Night, Angels! Angela’s POV I was wearing a pink knitted top paired with a dark-washed jeans and snickers when I went to the airport to welcome Lucifer. He just went out of town but it seems like he went outside of the country already. I was just looking around, seeing people reunite with their loved ones after patiently waiting. Some are crying because of happiness, and some are because of sadness.

Tangled. Hearts racing like they’d race a fucking marathon. The room was spinning. Angel couldn't move. The stranger was still inside him. Still hard. Then— The fucking incubus started to move again. “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Angel could not believe it, he croaked. ‘I have to run,’ his mind said one thing, but his body didn’t even want to move and leave. Instead his hips met the man’s every thrust. “You’re not done yet, are you, you beast?” Then Angel moaned again. **

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Fate looked at him and then his book started glowing "Alright, gotta go." He disappeared in the dark smoke while Fate stood there with her book. "Humans and angels can't be together, Death. For the simple fact that humans are mortals while angels are not. You've made a mortal-- immortal. Surely, life will take it's toll." Suddenly she felt cold and looked around her "A free spirit," Her blue book turned into a huge angel sword and she turned back-- suddenly blacking out. The next morning, Vivian got up and prepared breakfast while Kirito got ready for the office.

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.

“Ensure Melinda and Angel’s safety. Personally. And also assign three omegas to Melinda.” He bows again. “Understood.” ~~~ I leave not long after. The night is cool and still. As I drive down the familiar road leading to the barrier, I feel the invisible pulse of our bond energy fading behind me. Before crossing, I pull over and reach for my phone. Her name is already glowing on the screen: Angel. She answers before the first ring ends. “Cassian?” Her voice trembles, soft and desperate. “I didn’t want to wake you,” I say, even though I knew she wouldn’t be asleep.