Novel & Cerita The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Novel

💋 Author's Naughty Note: This chapter is not for the faint-hearted (or the underage 👀). We've got steamy scenes, filthy mouths, and emotional chaos. If you're not ready to sweat, blush, or clutch your pearls—maybe skip ahead... or don't. 😏 **18+ only. You've been deliciously warned.** Angel's Pov. Soon, the car came to a stop in front of the company building. I thanked them for their services and stepped out. As expected, I was met with a gallery of judgmental stares and murmured whispers. I didn't flinch. I kept my high, spine straight, and walked to the elevator like I couldn't hear a thing—even though I heard everything. I stepped into the elevator and took a deep breath

She had heard that people booked months in advance to have dinner here, so it was a surprise that the place was empty. His eyes lit up when he saw her. He had been impatiently waiting for the moron, Andrew to bring her to him and had almost called the idiot before his angel had stepped in to the restaurant in her glorious beauty and sexiness. He almost couldn't believe it was her. The Laura he had been seeing was very beautiful and tempting. But this one approaching him now was stunning and seductive. Though he adored the angelic Laura, this seductive Laura appealed to his senses as well and he noticed his body system going all hot.

Mase's voice roused me from my thoughts and I gaped at his smirking form, right in front of me, clothes in hand. "OMG! I said that all out loud?" I closed my eyes, fearing his answer already. "Sh!t!" "Pretty much," he answered smugly. "...and, I'm dead!" I said, dramatically before falling onto his bed. He mumbled something along the lines of 'drama queen'. "Wait a moment, what were you doing here, in my room, Angel?" ***** Hope you like this chapter! :) Bloom M.

Angel out of nowhere asks me, previously sitting near me and with his diaries on the table. —What thing?— I see him dirty , he moves with his head towards the ladies. I shake my head. Nerd. This is every last bit of her, all Fair, I guarantee you, even though I kind of encouraged her to do a ceasefire with Greece earlier today. Angel smiles and glances at it before murmuring, “I'm happy .” I hope it's not steamy. I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw.

Manoj looked more than happy to see them leave. Once the movers finished unloading the truck, they cleared the premises, leaving Manoj alone to explore his new home. He made his way to a dull and poorly lit bedroom on the ground floor. The small room offered little space for movement, and hardly any light filtered in. In the room, a middle-aged woman lay bedridden and paralyzed. Her physical limitations and broken spirit seemed on to have accelerated her aging factor. Beside the bed was a young lady in her early twenties, ready to help the paralyzed woman up. As she bent over to adjust the old woman’s covers, Manoj stared at her hanging breasts with lust twinkling in his eyes.

Camille said, her voice sounding more shrill than usual. Chiara overcame her urge to cover her ears, instead, she picked a book from the bookcase. Camille's voice was like scraping nails across a metal door. It was very irritating and annoying. "Like I said, you made your talents work for you." She returned the book to the shelf and turned to face the glass windows. She headed towards the ceiling to floor glass windows and stood before it. It provided a great view of the city which she admired. "You should be careful with the way you speak to me. I can make sure your business with Adrian never happens."

They didn't even greeted me properly and just started finding nooks in me, like I was the last thing they'd want to see. "You niece was not up to my standards and she is certainly not as nearly beautiful as my Angel. She is nothing but a slut." Issac said rudely coming behind me and wrapping and arms around my lower waist. "Don't you dare talk about my niece like that!" That woman's face was getting better and better by every second, I don't know if it was embarrassment or anger...

His angel. Though he has stopped using that endearment after her deceive. Still, he wants only her, every morning, every night. To touch her, to feel her skin, after a tiresome day rest in her soft tunnel forgetting all the stress and worries of life. She will be his light in his dark world. But her one confession changed everything. Her one betrayal destroyed everything. **** Ana forwarded her palm under the running water to check the temperature. She sighed finding the water lukewarm. She switches off the faucet. With her index finger she slides down the dress and it pooled down on the floor unaware that someone slithered inside.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.