Unlikely Angel Book Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,” Angel snapped back at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Layon had to discreetly avert his eyes due to the way her breasts bulged thanks to her folded arms. He wasn’t about to get distracted by her, not after all the arguing they’d already been through. That can’t happen again, he reminded himself, we’re here because of Reebah. “Even Chris and Reebah would have needed help, and he’s the grandnephew of the fairy queen.”

' I was buzzing, but not in the same way as any high I'd ever experienced. 'Fuck, Ethan,' I whispered. 'What the Hell is this thing they've got locked up in there?' 'Hell might just be the right word for it. At least as far as the Angels are concerned.' His eyes were drawn back over my shoulder as if he couldn't help but search it out. 'It's a book,' he said. 'A book so powerful they need to bury it in a vault to keep it hidden from the world.' 'How can a book be that powerful?'

I wanted to ask him now about it, and what he was exactly, what his gifts were, but he was already walking away toward the front door, whistling as he moved. Perhaps at a more appropriate time. I thought, walking upstairs to begin closing up the windows and shutters. Justin and Lucy had left their rooms open. I wouldn’t need a key. As I got to the topmost step, I looked down at my bags which laid idly on the floor, my eyes zeroing on the particular one that housed the brown book which the angel had left for me. I cocked my head to the side as I debated within myself if I should allow Lent carry it or carry it myself to avoid uncertain circumstances that might happen. I wasn’t ready for any q

I know Angel was hiding something from me. But my questions can only be answered by Angel herself. I'll have to ask her soon. With these thoughts, I drove home. 🍒Angela🍒 As I made my way to my locker, I bumped into someone. Due to the hard impact, I was about to fall back and closed my eyes, predicting the inevitable but before I could fall, I was stabilized by the person. The first thing I opened my eyes to was a black shirt with a print of an eagle on it. A silver chain was hanging on it. I think I already had an idea of who it was.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

evil angel : did you understand anything from that kiss good angel : it's a kiss of mixed emotions evil angel : whatttt good angel : yeah evil angel : then what about these people good angel : her future evil angel : ...........

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Mercer was already in the room when I walked in. He stood to greet me, handshake brief and firm. “Angela. Thanks for coming.” “Thank you for inviting me.” We sat across from each other at a long table, the script in the middle. “I won’t waste your time,” he said immediately. “I want to know one thing. Why are you interested in this character?” I opened the marked-up script. “Because she doesn’t see herself as the antagonist,” I replied. “She believes she’s right. And that’s more dangerous than a character who knows she’s bad.”

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

He said, "Your desire is so strong, so you might as well satisfy them too. They are people at the bottom of society. They don't normally get to meet college students. Consider it a kindness and let them have this once." For the first time, I resisted. "Mr. Buckley, I really can't do this. I care about you. I want to be with you properly. Can't we be like normal couples? I've already crossed too many boundaries to please you, and I don't want to sink further. "Mr. Buckley, I hardly recognize myself. If my parents knew what I've become, they would be devastated. I feel no different from an escort. Do you really love me?" It was the first time I had ever asked him.