Dark Angel: Book 2 of Fallen Angels' Daughter
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  • Leituras 5,410
  • Votos 388
  • Capítulos 16
  • Tempo 1h 8m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em ago 05, 2014
Esmeralda has been through so many things for the past 5 months but what what she is going through now has to be to worst. Trapped in a torture room with two people she used to trust, she is starting to lose her sanity. But what is keeping her from losing it?
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"You're not supposed to be awake," she said to him. Her voice was rather deep, but somehow, still soft and feminine. "And you're not supposed to be here." He didn't dare get out of bed, but he rose onto his elbow. She squinted for a moment and then raised one corner of her mouth. "You naughty boy! Been skimping on your meds, have you?" ********************************************** He is utterly lost. Lost in time, without control. Lost in a world that's strange and daunting. But he must not give up. He's a fighter, after all. And though his sword fighting skills don't count for much here, it's the unrelenting spirit that can either break or save him. And her... Always coming out of seemingly nowhere. Always renewed, yet so familiar. Come to give comfort or just remind him fate has not forgotten him. And each time she leaves, it's like she rips a part of him along. They share a common understanding about the subtleties of life. She's the only one who gets him, yet that gnawing feeling that there's so much more about her just keeps him on his toes. But she never stays long enough for him to find out. Until one day when he convinces her to stay for longer. And the mystery starts to surface. But she's not used to it. She runs... never expecting him to follow into hell. Disaster strikes and breaks him, in a way that turns him callous and cruel. And that in turn breaks her, making her sacrifice her love for his greater good. But does fate agree with that? This is a rollercoaster of emotions, not built for the faint of heart. But it's for those who will endure through the pain and suffering that the greatest rewards await on the other side. Come! Join the adventure!
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DeanxOC [AU] ~intense love story, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, trauma~ The Apocalypse was supposed to end that night at Stull Cemetery. Instead, Sam and Angie are gone-trapped in the Cage with Lucifer and Michael, forced to exist alongside archangels who see them as nothing more than playthings. Time bends and twists, memories bleed together, and survival means sacrificing pieces of themselves just to stay sane. Then, by some impossible miracle, they escape. But freedom isn't what it used to be. Dean has built a life-one that doesn't have room for the ghosts of his past. And Sam... isn't Sam. He moves, speaks, breathes like a man who has never felt a single emotion in his life. Angie tries to pull him back, to understand what the Cage did to him, but she has her own battles to fight. She is being followed. By shadows that shouldn't exist. She on the other hand was meant to be Lorelei's shadow, a piece in a divine game that's already claimed too much from her. Now, she wants nothing more than to defy destiny, to be something-someone-entirely her own. But if the entire course of her life has been controlled, if every choice was always meant to lead here, then isn't rejecting destiny just another way of playing right into its hands?