Stitch And Angel Novels & Stories

he said, extending a hand. Chelsea forced a smile, his handshake light, almost tentative. "I'm Chelsea." Angel's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you're that Chelsea. Chelsea Waters, right?" Chelsea nodded, his gaze drifting to Angel's boots. "Yeah, I am. Nice boots." The red sequins seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere. Angel chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Thanks! I'm a fan of statement pieces." He struck a pose, his leg bent to showcase the boots.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

It was a save Angel was waiting for, and Phil was an angel sent from heaven. " Angel, have you seen him?" Phil's voice was a music that saved the day, yet Angel got startled. She wasn't expecting Phil at that moment. But with his presence made her fear subsided. Her tears fell on her cheeks without warning out of relief. She felt grateful to Phil, yet she couldn't speak it out loud. Stella's face twisted in a demonic and fire-wrenching anger. " Damn it!!" She cursed. "How could this stupid boy ruin my plans?!"

He roared, staring right into my eyes. “What injection is that?” I asked, skirmishing my way out of the doctor’s tight grip. He held down my arm tightly, and the needle pierced effortlessly through my skin. “It's amnesia-inducing! Doc, you know what to do with him. It's time I take my wife and leave.“ Ace muttered as he strolled to unchain Angel. I looked at Angel, but her gaze avoided mine. She didn't steal a single glance at me. The last thing I saw was her disappearing up the last stair, hand in hand with her husband.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

Everyone said my wife, Zoey Harper, was an amazing wife and mom who'd do anything for me and our son, Leo. Leo's doctor warned us three times that he might not make it. Then he died. Zoey claimed she was overseas for work. She wasn't. She'd invited Peter Cole—the first love she'd never gotten over—and his family to our apartment for dinner. I came home carrying Leo's urn, ready to confront her. Instead, she tossed my luggage into the hall. "We have guests, and we're out of rooms. Go stay somewhere else for a few days."

CRYSTAL RIVER PACK I want to be marked, Bitch. Angel told Celeste as she looked in the mirror. Smirking at her beast, a decision was made and she placed her old T-shirt on the counter. Then she quickly stripped out of her clothes and pulled the shirt on before giving herself a pep talk in the mirror.

is a spoiled Sin who always fights her twin brother. “Rayne, I’ll be off now.” Angel said as she got her bag. “There she goes again. Why can't you spend a little more time with us?” Ashley complained as she got up to look at Angel. “If I don’t get home before Jiro, he’ll be suspicious.” She explained with a smile. “How about your bruise?” Jacob asked, still looking at his phone. “A little make-up will do.” Angel said as she winked at us. Angel is a model and she’s an amazing make-up artist. Asides from glamming herself for pictorials, she also uses her talent to hide bruises and cuts from combats. Amazing and scary at the same time.

"I should have slashed my hands sooner. I should have been dead when you found me." Sean stepped furiously before shaking Angel's shoulders hard, hoping that Angel would realize that her words had gone too far. "Angel! Why are you being like this?!" Angel's gaze remained blank. Her body is here, but her soul is somewhere else. Angel tried to let go of Sean's hand. The more Sean endured, the more his girlfriend rebelled. So slowly Sean stretched his arms, and Angel immediately got up from the bed. Sean was quite surprised when Angel took a pair of scissors from her bag, and pointed the scissors into her hand again. It was the same hand and the scratch was still covered in bandages. Now the ba