What Is Angel Dust's Gender の小説・ストーリー

A single touch and I wouldn't be myself. "Get your hands off me slut!" One of the men yelled pushing his whore away. As the game progressed more men lost yet Angel was still in the game and he was the calmest amongst them. Another yell echoed as one of the drug lords banged his chair losing out. He dragged his whore by her hand out of the casino probably to release his anger into her pussy. How I wished Angel was the one about to do that to me. I snapped out of my thoughts as another cried in defeat. This was getting tougher and even I was begining to sweat.

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.

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

"But we need to find out. Can you tell me anything about him? Any detail might help us figure out who he is." Angelina hesitated, her gaze dropping to the plush carpet beneath their feet. Her fingers twisted in the silk fabric of her dress as she gathered her thoughts. "I don't know his name," she said slowly, her voice trembling with what seemed like both fear and disgust. "He uses a handsome man's form to try to impress me. But I'm uninterested, so he hasn't been able to touch me." Her voice grew stronger with those last words, a flash of defiance showing through her vulnerable exterior.

Luca was nineteen, already in his second year of college, and if she was his senior, that meant she was quite a bit younger. “Yes, Angel, I’m seventeen and a stripper,” she said sadly, revealing the shocking truth. “T-that’s—” “I know, Angel, but my family needs the money,” she cut in, her voice trembling. "Are they aware of what you do?” I asked, concern filling my heart. She shook her head. “None of my siblings know, except my older sister who found out recently.” She confessed.

" I missed you uncle Dash. " " I missed you too little angel." He spoke. His appearance could scare any normal child but Hannah was not a normal child. Dash had ear rings and a tongue ring. His hair was plaited on some areas and the other was left covering his face. Even so, it did little to hide his wildly handsome face from view. He was one hell of a sexy man. The only problem unfortunately was that he was gay. Many ladies yearned for him but alas, he had no interest. His bad boy looks attracted them anyways.

"Hmm?" "He does not want anyone being liable to him. He is what you call a 'Silent Angel'. He is not the type to go around talking good about himself. He is different from many guys of his age. A good-looking man with a heart of gold." Alice said looking towards the bottle whose pipe was connected to Jasmine's arm transferring her the elements her body was in need of.

Sunny asked. Oh yes, a human that can drown, hmm. That’s a shame. “There are different kinds of witches, hers is focused on people, the body. I am of the elements, I can control all that, she could never have that kind of influence over nature,” Angel said. “Yeah well we never thought she could do most of what she has. We also didn’t know we’d be dealing with a 5,000 year old blood crazed Egyptian warrior,” Quinn said, getting annoyed.

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.