The Foolish Angel Dances With The Devil Novels & Stories

I knew she was broken, hurt and drunk so I had to be careful with the words that came out of my mouth. She placed her small slim hand on my chest and unexpectedly my hand drifted to her hip and settled there. I am unable to pull back."Do you know why angels fall?" I asked. She tilted her head "Why?" "Because they are tricked by the devil." "You want to say you are a devil?" She chuckled and truth be told she really looks beautiful when she laughs. "Of course not." I stated. “Then why are you trying to cover your face?.” She asked. I didn’t actually think she would notice that she was drunk.

He hopped into his bed, taking deep, slow breaths and prayed for sleep to envelope him but he knew sleep wasn't ready to grace his eyes yet and he cursed himself for feeling this high over a woman that probably wasn't even thinking about him in the same way. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him and he sat up sharply. No, no no, no, no, he was the biggest fool of the century. How could he? How could he have forgotten that Ronald Daniels was probably still at the party. What if his angel had returned and Ronald found her alone? He tried not to think about it but it was impossible. The girl was messing with his head. He couldn't allow Ronald get close to her and he wouldn't allow it. Not jus

“What about Chris?” At the mention of her fairy boyfriend, Reebah instantly tensed and looked as though she wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears for another moment. Then a change came over her so suddenly that it shocked Angel to see. Her entire being seemed to harden, as though someone was pouring concrete over her. She turned away from Angel and glared into the mirror even as she stated, “We all knew that was destined to fail from the beginning. He’s a fairy and I’m a werewolf. It could never work.”

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

Gus left while the game was paused for the distribution of new cards. I took a sip of the beer I still had in my hands and silently watched the people who were there. Most were already getting very drunk, but they didn't seem to give up or want to go to sleep. A voice echoed in questioning yanking me out of my thoughts: — So, Angel, what does a girl like you do in a shitty building like that?— Ian's friends looked tensely at Joyce at the question, judging her by her meddling, but I was used to it.

Angela's heart raced,she may not know this man enough to detect what he can or can't kill but from the few things she heard about him,he is dangerous enough,so she better not risk it. Still this is unbearable,how can I continue with this…I am not yet in and all this I have seen isn't it a sign to quit now? He is a devil. How could people call this devil Angel?

He even gave me a one-day grace period so I could still enjoy my freedom. Like why the hellcrap did I end up this way? I know I'm not a good person and I deserve every misfortune that life has to offer, but what the flying fuck? Seriously? A cunning supernatural creature with a horned skull for a mask? Bruh, if the universe wanted to punish me, they should have sent a sexy vampire instead.

"Because it looked to me that for a second there, you forgot he was the enemy and got caught in his spell." I froze. "I can't believe you'd think that. Oh my God, Paul. How could you even think for a microsecond that I'd forget how evil that bastard is! Santiago is trying to play some kind of sick, twisted game and you keep on falling for it. You keep on giving him the exact reactions he wants." "I can't pretend like you." He made a face. "I can't stand ten feet within him and act like I don't want to punch his smug face in."

“If I remember correctly, you still owe me a bullet.” In that instant, Sophia broke down. She dropped to the floor and began kissing my shoes. “Rachel– No– Donna Medici, it was an accident. The gun went off by mistake… I’ll leave right now… Please spare my life. My blood isn’t worth dirtying your hands…” I stood up and kicked her away. However, she crawled back again, sobbing as she kissed my shoes. “Donna Medici, I beg for your mercy…”