Un Angel Enamorado Novels & Stories

He roared, staring right into my eyes. “What injection is that?” I asked, skirmishing my way out of the doctor’s tight grip. He held down my arm tightly, and the needle pierced effortlessly through my skin. “It's amnesia-inducing! Doc, you know what to do with him. It's time I take my wife and leave.“ Ace muttered as he strolled to unchain Angel. I looked at Angel, but her gaze avoided mine. She didn't steal a single glance at me. The last thing I saw was her disappearing up the last stair, hand in hand with her husband.

Mr Garcia said and gave her pen drive to give to Mr Wilson. Isabella nodded and left the house for the hospital. Mr Garcia went upstairs to take care of Camila. He entered the room and looked at Camila sitting on the bed staring at nothing. "Camila, how long are you going to be like this because of Ethan," Mr Garcia said and Camila turned to look at him. "Ethan," Camila said. "He wanted to marry me and his new wife," she said and frowned. "Ethan married another woman," She cried. "No, it was Isabella. Isabelle betrayed me," Camila said and started screaming.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

My Angel is the most beautiful woman in the world. When she steps outside for her Luna ceremony and I see her for the first time, I feel like my heart is going to stop. Everything disappears and it’s just the two of us. She is everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never thought that I would have.

“I show up with my chaotic goblin energy, insult his mama, ruin brunches, slap him like we’re in a telenovela, and this man is still looking at me like I’m the human version of a warm brownie.” “Perhaps he appreciates authenticity more than perfection,” the angel suggested. “Yeah, well, he can appreciate it from a distance,” Deja grumbled, plopping back onto the bed. “This was supposed to be a quick little con, not a slow descent into emotionally compromised romance. I was supposed to collect the check, cause a little drama, maybe ruin Dominique’s collagen schedule—and dip! Instead, I’m catching feelings like they’re airborne.” The angel’s glow dimmed slightly as its expression turned seriou

“This is why I want to seize my time with him. I want him to open his heart for me if we don’t work out…. Then it’s not meant to be, however…. When I’m with Denver even from the start; I feel extreme comfort.” Sunshine and Dennis easily relate to his statement because they’ve felt the same since they are a couple. Her hand crawls and holds onto him. Sunshine lays her head on his shoulder. “I still can’t believe this, Angel. We can’t turn back to our normal lives anymore. The only way we can control our fate is to climb higher…. But, it’s tiring to chase.” She pressed her lips as Angelito left a heavy sigh. It’s futile to run away, but Angelito has alas for his father’s counterpart. All of hi

So why the fuck was I getting pictures of a disgustingly lovely-dovey honeymoon instead of tabloids splattered with news of their deaths? That man was taming her. He had made Angelika, my Angel of Death willingly hold hands with him, the man she should have killed on the wedding night. Why did she even marry him, anyway? I had a billion questions. “We have to nip this crap in the bud.” Enzo finally said something reasonable. “Don’t I know that.” It usually started with that starry-eyed expression and before you knew it, the infatuation became impossible to snuff out. I stood, grabbing a gun on my way out.

Ellena whispered in Angel's ear as she hugged her. "I'll explain later." After hugging everyone and receiving all kinds of congratulations, Angel hurriedly asked permission to go to her room. She motioned for Xander to take her duffel bag and followed her to their bedroom. “Wow, they are so lovely. I didn't expect Angel to get such a handsome rich man." “My daughter is great.” “Ellena, why are you embarrassing me? You're the only one who doesn't have a partner among the three of you."

“Missed how wet you get for me.” Angel whimpered in pleasure, switching to Spanish like she always did when she was losing control. “Más profundo… sí, just like that. Harder, mi amor.” I stood there, mortified, one hand still hovering near the door. My stomach twisted violently. She was back. Early. And they were fucking—loudly, passionately, like newlyweds who couldn’t get enough of each other.

I answered, trying to hold in the tears which threatened to rush out. "That bastard!" Angel snapped in anger as I watched her fingers ball into fist "he should be damn happy that he's getting married to you. He doesn't even deserve you. The bastard doesn't even know how damn lucky he is." I felt better by her words, although I knew they weren't true. No man would want a woman like me as a wife.