Romans & histoires The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Novel

Something moved behind his eyes—a darkness that made my veins melt in an orgasm of their own. He dragged me inside the house and kicked the door shut. Then he shoved me on the couch. I bounced. My dress around my waist. My hair flying everywhere. But I didn’t try to fix it. He stood over me. Bloody shirt. Torn knuckles. Black hair across his forehead. And his eyes—his eyes were not his anymore. Something had come loose within them. Something that made my breath catch. “What the fuck were you DOING, Angel?” His calm completely gone. “You pulled your dress open in a public restaurant. You gave a stranger a cherry. You let him follow you into a bathroom with his COCK OUT—”

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

In my last life, I gave it to Adrian, and he used it to please another woman. This time, Cassian held it like a sacred relic. “Elena,” he said softly, “I will be good to you.” When I returned home, Celeste was sitting by the piano in the drawing room. At the sound of the door, she turned and glared at me. “Sister, you are more scheming than I thought. Using Cassian to provoke Adrian was clever.” She smiled with sharp sweetness. “Too bad Adrian does not care. Everyone knows Cassian is ruined. Those broken wings may never fly again. Are you planning to spend your whole life with a fallen angel who cannot even keep you warm?”

Angel herself felt as if her world had been turned upside down then shaken. She felt like one of those snow globes people buy at souvenir shops as if everything was up in the air, and slowly falling down. Everyone watched as Angel excused herself, they knew she’d had enough drama and change for one day. Angel made her way back to the penthouse in a fog, did that really, just happen? Did that man really, just choose a granddaughter he’d never met over a nephew he’d known his whole life? It amazed her that kind of love and devotion, that man had earned her respect and her loyalty without even trying.

Once inside, I quickly closed the door, resting my back against it as I exhaled a long, audible breath. Thank you, brother. Quickly making my way towards the huge, intricately sculptured bed, I slowly kneeled afterwards, my fingers lightly skimming over the golden, cursive letters embedded on the cover. Angels and Demons I sighed once again, shoving the heavy book under the bed, deciding to read it tomorrow, in peace and someplace else, where no one can bother or see me. Only the gods know what mother would do to me if she would’ve ever seen me with this book.

Cordelia stole glances at David as he immersed himself in his chosen book, noticing the dimples that adorned his smile for the first time. "What's making you smile?" Cordelia inquired, her curiosity brimming. "It's the book," David replied, his voice filled with genuine delight. "It's really good." In that tranquil moment, Cordelia realized that her attraction to David ran deeper than she had acknowledged. The peaceful setting and the closeness of their bodies ignited a spark within her, compelling her to take a leap of faith. Suddenly, David looked up from his book, locking eyes with Cordelia. "Hey," he said softly, his voice laced with tenderness. "Come here. Come closer."

Smoke darkened the skies like false clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but the clouds hoarded any moisture deep within their volume. Ash and soot filled the air, sucking what little moisture was left from the parched land, giving further fuel to the flames. *** I woke up startled and the room unfamiliar. I panicked for a moment before realizing I had fallen asleep on Andrew's couch. A thin gray light was leaking into the room announcing dawn. Andrew was snoring gently, asleep on the recliner next to me. the TV flickered with an infomercial.

Wonderful indeed, I could have stabbed two or maybe three people in their chin if Angel hadn't dragged me out from their midst but I guess it truly was wonderful. “Yeah, it was wonderful. I certainly would come.” I simply said. “You sure about that, Adele?” It was finally Angel's turn to speak. I shrugged lightly on my shoulders before nodding in response, although ensuring I had a polite smile plastered up on my face. I didn't realize that polite gesture of mine would bring about a whole fucking mess at the dinning hall. Maybe I simply should have declined with a detailed excuse. I laid flat on my bed, face buried into the mattress. I could hardly breathe but I didn't care. I get Yuri was a

NEXT DAY≈SATURDAY^THE ROBERTS MANSION** Angel have been hearing the door bell repeatedly that she wonder who was there,she finally opened the door and she was surprised to see Spice,she frowned inwardly. "Hey Angel" Spice smiled at her and Angel returned a fake one. "Looking for my brother?" She asked. "Yes,I'm here for Royal,is he home?" Spice asked. "No he's not" Angel lied. "Oh" Spice muttered. But then,Royal showed up and Spice looked at Angel.

I figured after the last incident, things between us were already beyond repair. Shirley was more thick-skinned than I thought. She acted like nothing had happened and kept shamelessly trying to cozy up to me. What I didn't expect was that things were about to get even worse. Early the next morning, I woke up to a disgusting smell of rot and sour decay. Frowning, I searched the apartment until I ended up standing at the front door. The smell seemed to be coming from outside. The second I opened the door, the stench nearly knocked me unconscious. I immediately covered my nose.