The Angel Novel Novels & Stories

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

I didn’t answer him. He walked around the desk and grabbed me so fast; one minute I was in my chair, the next I was standing in front of him. “Are we alone?” He asked as he licked my neck; I didn’t answer him. “Okay, being pissed now, that’s fine by me, Angel. Now how should I punish you for allowing another man to touch what is mine?” He asked as his hands closed around my throat and I moaned. “Fuck, I love when you moan like that,” he said as he kissed me.

For the second time, I rerouted my sight into his direction. "How do you know my pen name?" He chuckled, his voice as if it crawled up straight from the grave. "Who wouldn't know a fictional character murderer? Of course, you're the famous gore novelist who hasn't updated her on-going story for months now." Right at the moment, I shrugged off my shoulders and took a glance at the dead cosmos. Biting my lips as I was trying to formulate the exact words to say. "So you're one of my Egg Cells?" I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile.

Chapter 1: The Phoenix Rises Emilia's eyes snapped open, her gaze piercing through the darkness. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. The fire, the screams, the feeling of helplessness as her world burned to ashes. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and calculated. The past was etched on her face, a map of scars and determination. Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope.

While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us. “Sarah J Maas. She writes books about faes with great erotic sceeeeEEENNS!” The angel just took another sharp turn to the right. But a wolf jumped from the building on the right. Luckily, Renald had appeared –or as the angel said, winnowed, to the wolf and snapped its neck right then. “You have weird references, huh?” the angel continued, “Hold on tight.” “I’m already holding on tight!” “Then hold on tighter.”

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

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.

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?