Angelic Notes Romane & Geschichten

She truly looks like an angel. “You look absolutely gorgeous angel.” I whisper. “Thank you. You look damn good yourself Alpha.” She whispers back. I can feel Havok wanting to push forward when she calls us that. She knows what that does to us. I see a smirk on her face and I give her tight little ass a smack. Dad walks to the centre and starts the ceremony. Just as we both make the small cut on our palms the light of the moon comes through the large skylight in the ceiling. It illuminates the two of us as we press our hands together. I feel something weird surge through my body. When I open my eyes and look at my angel I see her eyes are glowing. The whole place erupts with cheers

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.

I shouldn't think about this right now. My attention goes back to the music as I let it sink in. I hear a deep masculine voice behind me. "Hello Angel, may I have this dance?" I look behind my gaze, falling on a 6 or 6'5ft angel. He's dressed in a clean, jet black suit, with green seductive eyes matching his green inner shirt. His hair is in a buzz cut style, full, noticeable eyebrows, long lashes, caramel skin tone, and a clean shave with a little mustache that makes you want to think about bed play.

She grumbled in annoyance that Sebastian didn't tell her right after dinner, instead leaving a note tucked under a vase. "Ouch..."' Angel almost fell face down on the ground because the tip of her heels suddenly kicked something. She squatted down to pick up a small box with a ribbon that had rolled on the ground. She thought someone must have dropped it in a hurry or when he was about to give it to his girlfriend. Curious, Angel opened it. She might be able to find out who the owner was and hand it over to the front desk. She found a very beautiful chain bracelet with a small blue gemstone pendant and a winged Angel pendant among the blue gemstones.

“And when that day comes, I won’t hold back… not even a little, every bit of my cork will embrace the wetness. I’ll be so deep inside you, you’ll feel me in your soul.” ********************* Morning came slowly. Angelie stirred, stretching her arms out, but the bed beside her was empty. A folded note sat on the pillow. She picked it up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “I love you, Angelie Smith, more than words can describe.” She smiled, her cheeks were getting reddish as last night’s memories played in her mind like a sweet, slow movie. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She quickly wrapped her white robe around herself and headed for the door. The moment she opened it, a sharp sting lande

The seating arrangement seemed to amplify the tension. Gabriel stood at the altar in his impeccable attire, trying to fix his tie, his nervousness evident. Suddenly, the music started playing, and Angel made her entrance. She looked like a radiant angel in her white mermaid dress and long veil. I glanced at Gabriel, whose jaw dropped at the sight of her. I waved my hand at him, silently urging him to close his mouth. He chuckled, complying with my unspoken request. As she approached him, he extended his hand to hold hers. Their smiles spoke volumes, and they poured their hearts out during their vows. I could tell that Gabriel had written them perfectly for her.

he breathed out, his lips barely opening as his deep voice coursed out his words. "Yes, lord Adonis" "You all evacuate this mansion and get it filled with human maids for my needs" "As you wish, lord Adonis" Adonis eyes roamed around the crowd of death angels who all had their heads bowed down. His eyes rested on one of them. "Step out" His tone was as commanding as ever. The angel of death stepped out slowly, his legs bucking as sweats formed on his forehead which was supposed to be cold. "My... My lord Adonis" his voice was shaky just as much as his hands were.

I try to be quick going up the stairs, but it seems like everyone has decided to get out of their office and cubicle. Angelic smiles at something the DJ says in his ear, away from the microphone. And now she wears a tiara with devil horns. Excellent! I go down the stairs two by two. If Angelic is drunk, this DJ is in serious trouble. And if Angelic is sober, then she's in serious trouble.