"My Angel with Horns"

"My Angel with Horns"

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Michael Langdon, now in full awareness of knowing who his father is- wants nothing but to stop the witches from Miss Robinchaux's Academy. Nothing makes his blood boil more than them existing. However, still being half human he wonders if their is something more for him out there. With the plan of the apocalypse in mind, he wants no one and nothing to stop him from this. On a night of conquest he is enchanted by a beautiful "witch" who has been in hiding at the academy. Michael wonders why she is being kept away, thinking that she may be more powerful, he wants to get close to her. In the mix of this situation, he is seduced by Nevaeh Angelus who seems to not even be a witch.. Is this his opposite? Has he encountered an angel without even knowing? Or did he know all along? * Nevaeh smiled, her hand running smoothly down his jaw to his chest. Her celestial warm chocolate eyes moving down his body then back up into his eyes. His remained at the ceiling, his panting ever so relaxing as his arm was around her body, resting on the smallest part of her waist. Her legs still shaking, and her lips almost quivering for more. He could feel in his veins, this was no longer lust.. this was love. Nothing feared him more than love.. * MY DEAR READERS: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC ADULT SCENES, PLEASE BE AWARE 18+*
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Imagine going from this: "Can I kiss you?" Those words reverberated through my ears and sent shivers down my spine, literally. I could sense the passion in her voice and the immense desire in her eyes. "Can I?" Deborah repeated, tilting her face close to mine. I steered my lips near hers and closed the gap between us, barely inches apart. _____________________________________ To this: "Neche, my love." Deborah said my name softly, almost in a whisper. She struggled to get on her feet to no avail, stretching her hands to her crutches, pissing me off with her pitiful actions. Timi leaped close to her and helped her up while I just stood there, numb, disgusted by her very presence. "Why did you bring this whore into our room, Timi?" I faced him angrily, and Deborahʼs face turned sour at my words. She looked so dazed, clearly not believing what I'd just called her. _____________________________________ Now, imagine the rest of the story. Or you could just simply read it and find out what this epic, thrilling blockbuster novel holds in store for you!

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