Stitch And Angel Novels & Stories

Jacqueline frowned seeing Olivia was locking her door. "Is she going with you to the meeting?" Jacqueline asked. "Yes, she is my PA," Ethan replied. "Then I am coming with you. After all, starting next week, my centre will start training employees for your companies," Jacqueline said making Ethan frown. "Olivia go to the car, I will be there shortly," Ethan instructed and Olivia left. After the surgery to repair the damage to her face and head, her skin had become very delicate. The side of her face which had received the slap from Jacqueline was swollen. Ethan did not see it because of where he was standing but Jacqueline did and smiled inwardly.

Angelus replied Rheagal while walking towards the direction of the bus station. ”Why should I go to your place when I’m not yet your boyfriend??” Rheagal asked the exiting Angelus while walking hastily after her, trying to catch up with her. ”You really are a funny dude but don’t you worry! I like you and I haven’t really dated any guy since the Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years of my existence so let’s give this a try and see how It goes but mind you…...............If for a second you try to break My heart….........................I’ll kill you in a heartbeat or I might never forgive you and even If I do?? I'll never go out with you again.......................so Impress me very well then

Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first. My eyes widened. Azrael stood there wearing a mask. My smile slowly grew. “Well...” I stepped closer. “Looks like I’ll be meeting my Angel tonight.” His smile turned dark. Sensual. He caught my waist and pulled me against him. “You catch on so quickly, my kitten. Welcome back to The Angel's Den.” A giggle escaped me when his forehead touched mine. "It's good to be back." His expression softened. “I love that sound so fucking much.”

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

How? Bastien carried her down the steps. Angel saw the wall rack, the hanging rack, and the massive, cushioned slab with bonds. Her eyes grew wider and she was utterly dumbfounded. The cross! It wasn’t black like her dream but gold; her eyes rounded as she stared at the straps. Red velvet. Ohhh… Remaining quiet, he finally set her down. Angel turned all around and gaped at all the various forms of sexual torture—some were total antiques. Her startled gaze finally rested on him. “You are…” Her knees buckled again.

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

Eyes widening, I scream; “ANGEL!” Looking at me questioningly, Angel moves to look behind her, her voice low as she mutters. “Strap in tight honey! It’s about to get hella crazy.” Then without warning, she shifts gears and accelerates to the max, mine and Caleb's bodies being thrown into the seats, our belts tight. How the hell did they find us? And that fast too?

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'

“Sometimes, I still can't believe how similar we are, Angel. Not only looks, but we also have many of the same hobbies. It really is a miraculous coincidence, isn't it?" Kina looked enthusiastic as she and Angel walked hand in hand out of the restaurant. They chatted at length as if they never ran out of topics at all.

They accepted it happily. "Sister, come play with us" One little girl asked angel. Angel thought for a minute. "Ok, come!" She stood up. "Wanna join us?" Angel asked looking at me. "Why not?" I got up. We went to towards the kids. We started playing cricket. I'm batting and angel bowling the ball. She threw the ball that ball directly hits the stumps and I'm out. Angel clapping her hands and jumping happily then she came towards me and patted my shoulder and went away I smiled looking at her childish behavior. I saw angel getting close with them. It seemed heaven playing with them. Angel was laughing and playing very happily. Her laughter was very addictive.