Stitch X Angel Novels & Stories

“My Angel.” My eyes closed. And immediately…he appeared. My mysterious stranger. My friend. My peace. My forbidden little piece of happiness...my Angel. I began playing. Soft notes floated through the night. Then I sang. My chest tightened as he raced not just through my mind...but through my heart. Every moment we've shared these past several weeks. Every kiss. Every touch. It all poured through my song. My lips curled as I continued to sing. I could almost hear him.

She was blessed by the god of thunder that no any Angle could not kill her. So she became very terrible.The whole world was in the face of destruction then. We have no idea how to stop her. Suddenly one day in one of our old books we find a way to kill Kair. A holy woman. Who is the apple of a thousand people's eyes. Who is the first queen of her kingdom. Who can kill the Kair. Her name was Liana. And after her you can kill Kair. But your life is at risk. Then the full moon rose across the sky. And as the light of the full moon falls on Arin's body and his thousands wings spread from his back.His wings covered the full moon. Arin come to his true form, an angel form.

She seemed to point at him, inviting him to feed until all his hungers were satiated. “Don't be satisfied with just watching, my little angel, come and do to me what no one has ever been able to do before,” said Ximena, taking off her doctor's gown and finishing taking off her bra. “Wait, better tomorrow, when we are in full use of our faculties,” said Angelo, unable to stop looking at her. “No, master, you're already lost; it won't happen again; you won't escape me,” said Ximena, taking off her little white panty and throwing them in his face.

- Stace says giving Angel a little hug. “Hey princess, go on in, I’ll tell your brother you are inside” - he says and we smile at him. “Thanks, Angel” - I say walking past him into the club. The music is loud and I can smell sweat and sex. I shake my head and I start moving my body while walking. The music is great and makes me move. Stacey grabs my hands and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor. We both move our bodies together while I see some guys looking at us.

"How long have you been in pain?" Her sisters help her stand and she comes over to me. "A few hours...I think one of my stitches might have torn." I get up, and lift her shirt to look, and surprisingly enough, one of her stitches had come loose. "Why aren't these dressed, Maria?" "Because we made a video to show others how strong she is, despite her battle scars." Camilla answers. I shake my head. "I'll call Sebastian...I want him to see this, and make sure you don't risk infection....meanwhile, your going to lay down on your stomach, on the couch, while I make some breakfast."

A – She shivered under him, the smirk on his face made him look more devilishly handsome, she tried to intimate him, and she placed her hands around his neck, whispered: “You look no less, incredibly handsome and smoking Hot” Shivay was bowled out by her boldness; she is indeed a beautiful witch in the form of Angel, he chuckled and griped his hold on her, now her shyness was back. Suddenly colourful fireworks burst in the sky, adding glory to the night sky, many hearts appeared in the sky and the words “WILL YOU MAKE ME YOUR BOYFRIEND” Appeared in the sky, making her stunned, tears formed in her eyes, she was so happy, she felt bliss, she turned to look at him, but the sight left her more s

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

Angel’s Pov. It was evening, and I’d spent the entire day sulking in my room, trapped in my own thoughts, dissecting every piece of my life. I glanced at the time and decided I couldn’t stay locked in here any longer, it was time to escape my self-imposed exile. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the heaviness. I combed through my curls and threw them into a bun, though a small voice in my head whispered, Maybe I should braid it. Shaking off the indecision, I slipped into a simple dress, slid on a pair of sandals, and applied a light layer of gloss. Nothing fancy. Just enough to make me feel like myself again. When I made it down

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

What the hell was she thinking? Luca looked into my feisty little angel and found out she was working at a strip club owned by Bane, one of our well-known dealers. I had asked my PI to follow Summer after that, and the very next day, received text messages with pictures of my angel dancing half-naked in some club. It was a punch in the gut, a blow I never saw coming. She was too sweet and innocent to be shaking her ass in front of strangers.