(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

"Good morning guys" I greeted not too cheerfully like I wanted it to be. Guess I was still tired even after I slept for a shit ton of time. 


A round of good mornings came back my way. 


I then sat on a random seat which was apparently next to Seker's. Ok so I'm shitting you I purposely took that particular seat sue me. 


"Why didn't you come in since?" Cyrus asked out of nowhere. 


Shocked I asked "You knew I was there?" 


"Amica mea we all did, well four of us did" Seker smirked referring to him, his two brothers and most probably Arazela. Right it always slips my mind that they were gods. But what of Arazela? I didn't have the slightest clue of what she was. 


You've been a bad..bad girl