(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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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

"Who? You mean Destiny?" Cyrus chuckled a little. 


"Don't worry princess, Destiny is a well trained fighter, I'm sure she would be able to handle herself alright" 


Remembering something I asked. "So I'm guessing the ritual was a success?" 


At my question everyone had an awkward kind of look on their faces. What was wrong. 


"Why is no one talking?" I curiously inquired. 


"Ehrm you see Beth, thing is that we actually...." 


"Sorry come again" what do they mean by they don't know. 


"Exactly what I said Amica mae, we really don't know" Seker sighed he looked beyond frustrated. 


"But I'm alive aren't I. If the ritual didn't work I would be very much dead by now" and what I said was indeed the truth, if the ritual hadn't been a success I wouldn't still be breathing at the moment, so what the fuck was going on. 


Don't know