Stocking Angels Novels & Stories

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

“Leave if you want. You think I care? Tsk! I need Declan to help me out of this crisis if not, my parents would strip me of everything.” Angelique’s parents left the family business to her, hoping she would grow it to higher heights. However, the young lady made one terrible decision after the other, pissing off many who should have been a pillar of support for her. The most regrettable one was when she pulled back on the partnership with Phoenix Age Entertainment. The Penn stocks plummeted so much that she knew only a miracle could save her this time. “You will not blame me for what I do next, Declan. You caused thi s.” ___To be continued___

angels"....the club's term for the women who serviced members anonymously through gloryholes, private rooms, and live exhibitions. Maya was twenty-six, had a master's degree in finance, and made more money working twelve hours per week at The Obsidian than she'd made in her previous corporate job working sixty hours per week. She was also addicted to it. To the anonymity. To the raw, brutal sex. To being used by strangers who saw her as nothing but holes to fuck. It was Wednesday night, one of her scheduled shifts and Maya stood in the "preparation room" with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready.

Sylvester said as a matter of factly and she chuckled. "Don't worry, i could pick the few things i need and maybe, try out some clothes inside the dressing room"Angelina replied and walked over to the racks in the center of the store and began thumbing through the shirts. She found a few sleeve flannel shirts, which were her size and removed them from the rack. She wasn’t sure how much sylvester would spend even though she knew fully well that he was a top notch fr3aking wealthy billionaire so she only took a few and moved onto the shorts.

“The Slade Angel auction. Tomorrow night. West L.A. Some luxury compound dressed up like an art gallery. Password entry. Invite-only.” Daniel’s stomach turned. “How many women?” he asked, voice like gravel. “Too many. The ones Slade took from Vegas? They’re being called the ‘crown jewels’ of the event. But there’s one special listing.” Daniel didn’t breathe. “Mia?” There was a pause, then the man sighed. “Not on the list. Not officially. But there’s chatter. A secret lot. Unannounced. One-of-a-kind. Code-named Red Angel, I’ve sent the file to Axels computer under an encrypted password.”

Ciel smiled as he answered his alpha. “Nicely done. Don’t skip things or the boss will give you an earful rant for it.” Angel reminded him while he went to the coffee beans stocks they were having. “I know that’s why I am checking them thoroughly before the opening.” Ciel smiled. “Good, I better get this to him. I think he’ll do some repacking.” Angel carried two sacks with him, one was on his shoulder and the other was on his side. He was not buff but he seriously could carry heavy things easily. The privilege of being a supernatural creature of the night.

I rolled my eyes. "Yet I'm being hated because I'm straightforward." I sighed but he just shook his head. Maybe processing my brilliance or something but nevermind. Now that he mentioned it, I suddenly remembered that Aleng Angela asked me to buy something for her at the nearby convenience store. She's our neighbor and was kind enough to help Briar and me in watching over Papu at the hospital. So despite the fact that I am not a freaking errand girl, I'll just let her pass. I was about to stand up, but I just froze in my spot because of his reply.

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 pauses, "But, I have to take you from behind with my eyes on that little ass as you come all over my cock again, mou angel [my angel]" Gods... yes... My inner goddess hisses with glee when he starts walking into his room from the ensuite.

Angel stated, making it hard for Logan to keep up. 'Offering me half of her company just because she's afraid I'd feel uncomfortable?' Logan teared up slightly, feeling touched. In fact, when Angel expressed these feelings, she had longed to be with Logan through thick and thin. However, she was concerned about scaring him or facing rejection, which was why she offered her assets. This showed how considerate Angel was. She would remove anything that might make Logan uncomfortable. Seeing Logan's reserved response, Angel added, "Logan, I'm offering you a 50% stake in the company. Don't underestimate its worth. Angel Spirits is valued at around 5 billion in the market now.