Angelic Notes Romane & Geschichten

Ashton shook his hand reluctantly, eyeing the male carefully. "Damien and you are?" The Demon's voice as sultry as before. The angel breathed deeply before answering. "Ashton. I'm aware you're here to negotiate the new treaty?" A deep chuckle escaped the other male's lips. "Oh right to business and no fun I see? What a shame. Such a waste." His words causing a light blush to form on Ashton's otherwise ivory skin.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

While Sebby hadn’t asked me to keep an eye on her or anything, of course I felt I should at least a little. “So I’ll need the spell to free Fotis,” Anna said, as Angel appeared by her side, nodding in agreement. I began to relay it, and Angel wrapped her arm around me, trying to convince me it was all good. I still wasn’t fully convinced. “Oh, we’ll need some--” Angel cut me off as she produced a few herbs and other things in a baggie. She winked. Always prepared.

he growled in a low tone, leaning into her so his lips brushed hers. "Angel." "I bet I could drive you to that point again. Make you feverish with the need of me and make you beg and beg…" he said as he used his teeth to draw her lower lip into his mouth, holding her gaze. Nadia released a shaky breath. Angel pulled down one of her straps, exposing her left breast and slowly brushed the back of his hand against her beaded nipple. Nadia quivered on her knees.

Killing him would be so much easier. Angel interrupts my thoughts. "He is a good teacher, and he plays exquisitely. I feel sorry for his sensitive ears when I miss a note." The slightest smile tugs at my lips. "I'm sure his ears are bionic and they block out the worst of your bad key strokes." We both laugh. After that my questions remain neutral until we finish our meal. I fill her wine glass a third time and she lifts her eyebrows while bringing the glass slowly to her mouth, watching me closely.

An hour later when morning time come as Ren woke up he noticed that Angel didn't return so he rushed went downstairs to check on her, he then opens up the door and there he sees her fall asleep while sitting then Ren lift her to the bedroom Angel is in deep sleep she dreamed that Mike and Augustine are calling her they while they keep on waving inviting her to join as she walks suddenly she waked up it is almost afternoon. The house is quiet so she decided to do something to prevent thinking about the past while she's eating Angel thinks to ask some advice from a father in church, an hour later she arrived at the place the church had few people then she approached one of the staff asking whe

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Angelus said to herself solemnly while looking at the sky, still on her knees. Getting up from the ground, Angelus took a deep breath and started using her supernatural hearing to listen attentively. Only her knew what she was looking for. While listening attentively with her supernatural hearing, Angelus could hear horns of cars, distant chattering, club music, couples quarreling. ”Fuck! Where are they?! Angelus asked no one in particular while using her supernatural hearing to listen attentively. After ten minutes of listening for God knows what, Angelus started to hear sounds of birds chirping, sounds of animals, sounds of heartbeats, and chattering that seemed to her like they were havin

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger