If I didn’t have faith in you, Sarah, I wouldn’t feel this way.
—Angela B. Wade
Listen, man, I’m trying to be a friend here. You’ve been down here so long you’re starting to think like one of them. Quit trying to grow a conscience and just finish what you started.
After a moment, Wrath turned to John. “This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-“”Okay, that was so not my...
If pride really went before a fall, then, Lucifer is the inventor of pride.
—Michael Bassey Johnson
Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
Even though my angel has forgiven me and rescued me, who on earth will save him, who cannot be allowed into the light of the sun, who has lost his name, who can only hide...
I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of...
It wasn’t every day a girl lost her virginity, not to mention to a delicious, perfect specimen of man. One who had wings, to boot.
If I’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.
As Abby finally turned and fled the frigid temperatures of the roof, she realized she still didn’t know if the Fallen were good or evil. Whether they intended to kill the humans or not.All she...
You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.
Her angel didn’t look at all like she’d expected. He was no benevolent creature with long, flowing robes and a bland, peaceful smile. Instead he was the stuff of every teenage girl’s—and quite a few...
Vampires aren’t real.
The angel’s lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs…along with a few other things she’d only dared dream about. His upper body was bare,...
The first thing accomplishes the second, now doesn’t it?
Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him....
He tasted like summertime – of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle – and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling over and over again until calm finally reached in, rooting deep...
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