Story cover for Falling Angel by LadyWithTheBlueShoe
Falling Angel
  • WpView
    Reads 320
  • WpVote
    Votes 20
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 23m
  • WpView
    Reads 320
  • WpVote
    Votes 20
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 23m
Ongoing, First published Oct 20, 2018
Angel Smith is a normal seventeen-year-old-girl who suffers from her atypical nightmares. She came to know Dimian, a person who shares the same burden and later on, together they discover secrets from the past.

Will you continue to love your lover if you knew that he was yet another foe?




Reminder: There are series of gramatical errors and typos. This story has nothing to do with fantasy.

Language: English.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Falling Angel to your library and receive updates
or
#769crimes
Content Guidelines
You may also like
VICENZO by TheWalnutTree
74 parts Complete Mature
Raised in the Mafia, I have known no other life other than cold calculated violence and discipline. A life where brutality is praised and weakness is ridiculed, I became the best of my parents and the worst the world has ever seen. Young and still gaining control of my mafia, love is never an option for me, that is until one night at a Mafia ball where I spy a woman who has me to my knees. I want more, more, more. She's reckless and cunningly beautiful. Too good for me and yet the only one for me. We fight for survival and for each other because neither one of us will let go. ------------------------- I sat in the back, legs apart and looked at her with my head tilted. She licked her lips and squeezed though the front seats all the while looking at me. I pulled her towards me and she chuckled as she sat on my lap. Her legs were either side of me and her breathing was ragged. I ran my hand down her cheek and pulled her into me. I kissed her lips and soon our tongues whirled around. Hungry and rough. She held her head back and I began to plant rough kisses onto her beautiful neck. "Am I a bad influence?" She breathed. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I stopped kissing her and looked up at her. "Everyone needs a little bad in their lives." I whispered back making her smile. My hands found her waist and I noticed her short dress had ridden up exposing her thighs. She wore it to tease me and I loved it. Fuck, I loved her body. She breathed into my neck and I pulled off her dress in one slick motion. My hands were all over her back, feeling her, touching her. Her soft skin drove me crazy. ------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA SERIES
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Sold To The Mafia cover
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓ cover
Moonlight  cover
The Darkness Between Us cover
Beautiful Trauma (Complete) cover
Beneath The Shadows cover
VICENZO cover
The devil [UNEDITED] cover
Destined cover
August's Angel cover

Sold To The Mafia

6 parts Ongoing Mature

Growing up in a small town, Talia never believed in the Mafia. It all seemed to be faux lore to her, stories adults in the orphanage would tell her to make her scared of the dark. That's just the type of people they were. But her whole world was turned upside down, when the same stories that she was told had come to life. She couldn't believe that the same people that she put her trust in to protect her, had just willing sold her to the most evil man they knew. Alessio Valentini. Alessio Valentini, he was ruthless. People that knew him wished they didn't. He didn't just kill people, he slaughtered mercilessly. And not only was he the don to his mafia but he was the don to the strongest mafia in the world. He had never shown love nor affection to anyone he had ever met. So why was he slowly starting to care about some girl he bought. Talia.