Pure Angel Novels & Stories

’ I could feel Asher drooling in my head as he said this. Slowly she turned and my eyes traveled up her bottom. Her almost white hair was swept up perfectly on top of her head where more water like trinkets trickled when she came full face I saw her pouty lips. Her eyes were closed. There was a mark above her left breast. ‘She is Pure! Just like us!’ Asher whined. My eyes kept traveling, her breasts were large but just right on her body you could really see her hour glass figure. A thigh high slit went up her dress and it took everything in me to not pop a hard on right there. Her hands traveled down as she kept moving to the music.

Her desperate pleas echoed, questioning the severity of her perceived wrongdoing and the seemingly unending torment she was enduring. “Will no one come to help me? Is my sin so grave that I deserve this punishment? When will it end? Where will it end?" ____ Engrossed in his work, Ahil lost track of time, unaware that night had descended. Continuing his tasks late into the night, he remained oblivious to the numerous calls from his concerned mother, who desperately tried to reach him. Unbeknownst to her, Ahil had intentionally turned off his phone.

His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, his face calm but shadowed with something I can’t place. “Elijah?” My voice comes out in a whisper, raw and fragile. I stare at him, his features so still, so breathtakingly perfect. My lips tremble as I speak again, tears stinging the back of my eyes. “Am I dead? Is this…heaven? Is that why I get to see you like this? Asleep... beautiful as an angel?”

“How… how do we stop it? How do we stop her?” “We have a plan,” Nero says, though there’s a hint of doubt in his voice. “He used his Alpha Sight on Seraphine, saw everything she was hiding. He knows how many packs are infected, how to get rid of them, and the cleansing spell we need to use. But it’s not going to be easy, Camellia. It’s going to take everything we’ve got.”

What the hell was God thinking when he created this sex on legs… “Strip.” Raphaella's eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.

"And when will I be yours?" "It depends," Beverly replied casually. "Dependent on what?" "Depending on when you will open your heart to me," "I opened it," "I don't have the key," Beverly pursed her lips. "Can you tell me where you keep the keys to your heart?" "In a place that humans may not be able to reach," "Luckily, I'm not human. I'm a fairy. " "You're not a fairy?" Jackson pinched Beverly's nose anxiously. "You are a devil."

She has curled her shiny charcoal hair on top and it looks great on her. My dress was given to me by Azael a few days ago. It is white because it says that I look like an angel, and close to my body, highlighting the few curves I have. It's beautiful, and I don't know how much it cost him either, but I'd rather not ask. If I find out that a lot of money has been spent I will be angry with him.