Stitch X Angel Novels & Stories

All men stared at her, jaw dropped on the floor, their eyes filled from the feast that is Angel's beautiful being. Deep red lips. Bosom that can make any man salivate and hips that never told a lie. And what's more is that angelic face that matches her name. She was wearing a green dress that hugged her curves and heels that accentuate her buttocks. She walked gracefully towards the platform where Jihanna was standing at, then she shook Jihanna's hand as they exchange formalities and greetings. "Hello, I'm Angel Beatrice Lewis, but you can call me Angel or Angie." She announced through the microphone. "I'll be working with you guys for the next two to three months, and I'll be expecting a lo

Very short blue swimming shorts and a short-sleeved linen shirt I leave open to show off my great body. I look hot. "Let's go! Saint is texting me a countdown and I don't want to know what's going to happen if we don't make it," Angel says with a freaked out tone. I scoff, but I grab my stuff and we leave our room. "What could possible take both of you forty minutes?" Saint growls at us when he sees us. He's hearing basically the same thing he was wearing earlier, except he's wearing black shorts instead of black pants.

"Alright Bye Angel" "Bye" Angel said before ending the call. She sighed to herself and examined herself in the mirror. She was wearing a white and purple shirt with Teddy Bear in the middle, a long sleeve white shirt under, skinny light blue jeans and purple flats. Angel slowly rolled up her sleeves and looked at her dark bruise. Her thoughts drifted to last night. __________________________________________

He smiled, these was where she needed to be, shouting her name to his hearing. Trailing his lips down her stomach, as he held her waist, she felt her shivered, when he reached almost her vulva, Angelina hitched, she did not know what he was trying to do, but it sure felt good, but she felt nervous, it was the first time someone had looked down there, no one had ever seen her quite opened. "Don't" Xavier said lowly, preventing her closing her thighs together, "But am...."

Ellis’s hand twists into his hair, his body tensed with every motion. Then it hits me hard,fury, heartbreak,desire, everything burning all at once. I want to yell,grab him,hurt him and punish him at the same time. Is this supposed to be punishment ,is this his way of saying he despises so much? Or a proof of how much he hates me? By letting me watch him fuck another person The stripper blinks startled by my presence when she finally notices me. Ellis presses his hand to her face, turning her back to him. “Shh…he is no one, so focus on me…hmnn… exactly like that.”

‘Looks like a pretty bad tear,’ Callie said, as she handed Angelia a pair of forceps. ‘Yeah, it’s going to take some work,’ Angelia replied, as she used the forceps to gently pull the torn ligament into place. She then used a needle and thread to carefully stitch the ligament back together, taking care to ensure that the stitches were tight and secure. Callie assisted her, handing her the surgical instruments she needed and helping to hold the ligament in place as she worked.

With in a few seconds he yanked off her jacket exposing her bruised back. "Burn it up" he threw it away ordering his men to burn the jacket up. "How low will you stoop Tristan?! You're making me feel disgusted." she commented as he circled his hand around her waist and walked straight towards the entrance of the party hall. "It was just a beginning honey. You will get to see how disgusting you're even to be alive." He whispered viciously as they stepped into a big hall crowded with many people. Dim lights, wine, giggles, laughter, everyone was minding their own business until The great Tristan Sanchez stepped in with his date.

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."

Steven said. Upon hearing it, I turned to Flint and mouthed, "really?" He nodded with a smile. "And well, we were actually running out of ideas. But one of our very creative and resourceful members, Angel," he pointed at a woman on the table beside us. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with shiny beads all over. She looks like an angel. Literal shiny Angel. Her name suits her. "She thought of this very weird thing… I really thought it was weird at first but then a few days into thinking about it, I realized that huh, it's not weird at all!" He mumbled.

"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.