(WARNING THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+!!!!)

She was a gift
He was the owner.
And the ancient angel was going to stop at nothing to protect what was unquestionably his.
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Blurb: 

Using his large hands to hold her waist, he positioned himself at her entrance teasing her a little by rubbing himself against her. This action was intensely maddening for Bethel.

'Fuck just shove the whole thing in' Frustrated she thought to herself.

"Amica mea, just so you know, I don't think I can be any gentle as it is right now" The clueless immortal female blinked twice "I beg for your utmost forgiveness in the future my love" Bethel's eyes widened to great extents as she was finally able to soak in his words. But before she could utter a single word, it was too late.

The grim reaper thrust in with full force.

The Beautiful and the Damned

"What can i say, i'm a bad cook" was all he said with a uncaring shrug. I flipped him off. 


"Well fuck you too Amica mea" he replied teasingly. 


"Why didn't you just tell me you were a bad cook from the start?" I asked in bewilderment. 


"I wanted to see how you'd react when you found out I couldn't cook. And trust me Amica mea you didn't disappoint" well glad he found this amusing. Too bad I didn't. 


Out of the blue Seker snorted in disbelief. I looked at him questioningly. Going ahead he then said. 


"I find this particular situation we are in extremely cliche" I actually couldn't agree more, I nodded my head in agreement and chuckled a little. In all those Romance novels and movies things like this always happens, the girl telling the boy to cook for her or the boy being the one to cook of his own will, and the food either turns out too good or horrible, and in our case it was sadly the latter, I mean just how cliche could our lives get? 


Too innocent for your own good