Romans & histoires Theory Of A Deadman Angel

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

I lifted it slightly, holding it between us. “How many men have paid to touch you?” Her eyes glassed over but she didn’t look away. “I’m not like that. You’re wrong.” I pressed my body closer, pinning her in place. “Wrong? I’ve seen more than enough tonight, Angela.” She exhaled shakily. “I didn’t do this because I wanted to. I needed the money.” I laughed. Cold. Sharp. “Classic. That's what they all say.” She didn’t respond. But her fists clenched tighter. I could see it, anger, humiliation. My words were hitting their mark.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face. "Just die, Sierra! You're the reason my life is destroyed!" I sidestepped, so she missed her target and crashed heavily onto the floor. The officers rushed over and worked together to pin her flat in the center of the assessment grounds. "Let me go! Dale, save me! Sierra, you toxic bitch! I hope you burn in hell!" she hysterically shrieked and thrashed in desperation. But as a weak omega, she completely lost her strength after struggling for a few seconds and was securely pinned down.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

"Can't you see that he doesn't deserve you? You give in to him so soon and guess what? He'll do bad things in future and you'll forgive him again because you were able to forgive such great evil against you!" Carl spills his guts panting. He moves closer to me, cupping my cheek and giving me a concerned look. "Angel isn't a good person Thea, he's a mafia boss. Ruthless, heartless. He's evil. You don't want to know the things he does behind closed doors. Wake up Thea. Have some dignity."