Virtue Angels Novels & Stories

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"I know! You don't fit in here, but you will be forced to. You see they will torture you till you be obedient to them, whipping, chaining, slapping everything will be too much for you to take. And if you're a virgin, then it will be worse." She as she stared forward with a smile which didn't reach her eyes. "You See, in this world, the more cruel you are, the more respect you gain. That's how everything works here. So, don't bring yourself trouble, trust me you will just find a reason to regret if you disobey." she concluded taking a last sip of her wine. "Amara!, my name is Amara Rivers!" Amara said as she the found the girl in front of her strangely familiar. Her words felt like she was gi

“Since I heard he found his mate I've been looking for ways to get into the kingdom to see if she's still breathing or did you think he killed her already." “I think you should eat your food quietly, since you said you are bored under the sea, how about I send someone to cause trouble for your people so that you can be kept entertained for some months. " You are mean,” he said, going back to eating his food quietly." Niles Ohio and other warriors couldn't believe this childish god was one of the ruthless fallen angels.

I encouraged, expectantly looking at him, feeling already curious. “Blake...we are not humans.” Ok, this guy over here has officially lost his brains. “You’re not? Then what are you, aliens?” I joked, letting out a small chuckle, noticing how his expression remained unchanged. “No, Blake. We are angels. The Archangels.” “Yeah, right. And I’m Virgin Mary.” At least the first part is true. “Wait, what?” I suddenly heard him ask. What the hell? Did I just say that out loud?

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

How much did that hurt her? Was it guilt he's feeling? Or perhaps something else? But whatever it is, it'll only end up causing destruction 'cause, An angel will only end up losing its virtue when it's in the hands of a devil. • • • • • •

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

“I want you just like this.” “Nicholas?” Her breathy voice made my heart stutter. “Yeah, Angel,” I mumbled against her warm skin. “I need a shower.” Realization hit me, and I instantly felt guilty and like an asshole. She was a virgin. “I’ll do one better.” My voice was hoarse. “I’ll run you a bath.” I removed the straps from her ankles and wrists. Her cheeks flushed. She was beautiful. A shy smile danced upon her lips, and I scooped her up into my arms.

Seeing that she was growing nervous from having so much attention. “Since I know both sides of this war better than any of these two.” He turned to give Azrael a meaningful smile, enough to show that he cared for the two of them. “Angels feed off love, hope, and faith for our God. While the demons feed off despair, hopelessness, and all things of hate.” He saw from the body language of many within the room that he was getting them to understand. “Ava here,” his hand waved towards her; “she doesn’t need those things to aid her in this. All she needs is support in knowing that she’s doing the right thing.”