Romance Books With Angels Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

He chuckled at the expression on her face and silenced her with his lips again as she tried to speak but she wouldn't even have spoken if she had wanted to because he took her mind off every thoughts except the feel of him, his body and his heart. She and their children were his everything. She was his world. She was His Angel. The End ❤❤❤❤ We've finally come to the end of this story and I'm so so happy. Thank you so much!🙏🏻❤ Do check out my other story, "Married But Single." Leggo! 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ l love y’all ❤️❤️❤️

“But…why her though? Christian needs a wife, yes, but why does it have to be a girl whose father should be dead by now?” Before I could respond, Astrid was at it. She smirked coyly and her gaze lit up as she turned to Roma. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? I mean, I had those same feelings until I figured it out. Why does it have to be the daughter of a traitor? Well, get this, Angel Winchester has blonde hair and sickening blue eyes.” While Roma frowned, I felt my blood rush cold. “What does that have to do with…” Then his eyes widened, almost popping off as he swung his head my way, and an irking glimpse of pity settled on his face. “What the…fuck? Christian, love, I get that therapy isn’t you

I came back to myself when I heard a maid's knock and what she said. “Uh...” I cleared my throat.. "Just let them come up here to my room." I said in a rather strong voice but had no appetite to talk more. “Alright, miss,” I heard it leave so I took a deep breath and went to my vanity mirror. When my personal artist came in I gave her a friendly smile before telling her to start. She was talking while doing make-up with me but my mind was flying to another dimension. “Your complexion is really beautiful, Miss Hailey. So only light make up really suits you. Angelic.” I smiled at what he said while looking at my own reflection in the mirror. “Not like your sister, Miss. Brave. She’s too fierce

My eyes were dry, unable to produce tears, and the fire crackled as the only answer. Then the sound of an engine joined. Sharply, I whipped my head around and beheld the devil. A real one. Only a devil would enjoy the bath of flames. Hell, he leaned against his car with a cigarette stuck between his lips. Only a devil would smile while watching me without pity. But with awe. I found myself leaving the ground. Regardless of my fraile bones, I remained on my feet. “Tell me, Angelique.” The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

He took a deep breath and began speaking again. “So I found some old text that talked of a love story between two angels,” he said as he began searching for something on the table. He pulled out a book and skimmed it. “The two angels in question were Rachel and Lucifer,” he said, and I scoffed. He looked up at me with a disapproving look, and I shrugged with a grin. “Oh, come on,” I said, “Like we didn’t see that coming.” Elias chuckled while Aaron rolled his eyes. He shook his head and looked back down at the book.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

Ace’s POV Angel’s twinkling eyes glared into mine, her lips weighing heavy on her from the passionate smooch we just shared. Nonchalantly, I forced my fingers in between her hand, and she welcomed me. Once we were holding each other tightly, I stood on my two's and helped her up, then we walked hand in hand to the hotel. The sexual anticipation lingering in the air could be told from her face, and the glances we kept stealing at each other. I for one was fighting my demons as usual, at the realization that this moment would’ve been better yet lived by my brother.

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.