The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He climbed into bed and lay down to sleep. It was 2 a.m. when Jacqueline woke up as she could not take the cold any longer. She realized she was lying on the floor in front of the bathroom with a sheet covering her. She frowned feeling both embarrassed and angry. "Ethan's actions just made her feel like a slot. Why has he made the whole thing look like a romance race with me chasing him? Ethan, you will pay for humiliating me like this," she said and got up from the floor returning to her room.

I wanted to cry because of so much annoyance but I couldn't because my mascara would get ruined and that man didn't even deserve a single tear of mine. But you see, a few days after I encountered him there in Expression Valley, I started to feel like someone was following and watching me. And actually, I tried to look for other clients again and not be affected. I still get one or two every day somehow, but I still feel like I'm betraying someone even though I don't even have a boyfriend. I mean, that's so fucking strange. In fact I was a goddamn horror and gore novelist for the freaking sake of voodoo dolls and I was actually planning to be a Funeral Director, yet I found myself screaming m

“I did more than let him. Everybody else left. He texted me to come back. The second the door locked he reminded me exactly what happened last week—how I rode him like I was trying to ruin him for anyone else, how I screamed so loud the neighbors probably called security. Then he had me bent over his desk, skirt around my waist, panties ripped down my thighs. He fucked me so deep I saw stars, Nev. Called me Angel the whole time, told me I was greedy for his cock, that I’d been aching for it since I walked out on those cold pancakes. I came twice before he finally let go and spilled inside me. It was filthy and perfect and I’m still dripping thinking about it.”

ANGEL'S POV The hot shower stung my skin as I scrubbed vigorously. I felt dirty. The blood, that man's hands on me, everything was dirty. I wanted to wash off the dirt, hoping it could wash off the bad experience I just encountered. Vic left after I told him I wanted out of the gang. He didn't look surprised, but for the first time since I knew him, he looked at me with soft understanding eyes. I wished he would have said something before leaving, but he didn't. And it bothered me.

Some minutes later, "Miss Angel, someone else has done it" Angel was furious, wondering why someone else will do such a thing, she knitted her eyebrows wondering who was faster than her? and who could even mobilise such resources to take down love comments. She checked to confirm, it was like the fans professing love to Miles were provoked, they started spamming Miles's comment section. "Miss Angel, your meal is ready" Angel lost her appetite "not hungry" She left for her room, with a heavy heart. Miles after having his bath decided to check on Sneaky to know what she was up to, he caught her in front of her laptop.

previously, it would take me at least three days for the sting to stop but now it doesn't hurt and it's only been a few hours. I twist the key and open the door, Angel stands on the other end, her "just fucked" hair still unfixed, she's dressed in a skimpy white strapless dress, it falls above her knees, with a slit running up to her thigh. “What do you want?” She grins, batting her eyelashes at me in an obscure manner. “Hmm, no invite?” What? Her hand nudges the door wider, as she makes her way inside my room. Her eyes survey the room, she tsks. “Little baby had a tantrum in here.”

I sigh, walking into my house. “Daerius is that you?” I hear Angel yell as she jogs downstairs. “Yeah, it’s me,” I call back. She has a thick book in her arms, covered in brown leather. “Is that the book?” I ask and she nods. “She finished it an hour ago, she’s a fast reader. I think it scared her though, her face was pale, and she was shaking when she put it back,” Angel says, her voice full of genuine concern.

I asked her walking towards the table to drop all the stuffs that I had in my hands . I was so pissed at this moment and it felt like my blood was going to get out of I don’t get away from this bitch . I could never imagine , I was hurt , more hurt than I could ever imagine and just because she had the spare key to my place she thinks that she can just come in here anytime she likes that wasn’t happening , not now or ever . Angel walked towards me and stood right in front of be , I couldn’t help but notice the sudden flow that she had on her skin , she looked more better than I had ever seen her in ages .

she said and smiled, “Besides, it is temporary.” Nadia nodded, albeit reluctantly, hating that the older woman was right. Nana Viktoriya left and shut the door. Nadia left the table area and started to pace about, thinking of how to go about setting up the meeting with Angel. When she couldn’t think of a way without involving someone else, she let out an exasperated huff and went to pick up a book on a shelf at the corner of her bed, determined to occupy her mind with something else. The book she picked was the second book of a fantasy series about a fallen angel and a witch. The author had the knack of making her forget her reality and she was counting on the skill to help her now.

I never thought Eric would humiliate me with such filthy words. My mind buzzed and went blank. How could he be that cruel? I gave him all my love, but to him, I was just a toy. Worse, I was just one in a long line of women he had discarded. I had suspected he did not love me as much as I loved him, but I never imagined the truth would be this ugly. I walked away devastated as a sudden downpour drenched the city. I was heartbroken again, but this time, I wouldn't grovel. I wouldn't drown my sorrows in alcohol or wallow in misery. A scum like him did not deserve a single tear of mine.