(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

Tired, extremely tired, that was how I felt at the moment. 


The events of today were all too much for me to handle in all honesty. From the point when Seker suddenly went limp on me, to the point when I found out he might die if we couldn't get him to wake up. Yeah today has been a hell of a friggin fan-fuckin-tastic day. 


To say the truth, I was honestly really tired of being kept in the dark. Isolated from important things. 


Rolling my eyes with exasperation "Do I really have to ask this time also?" 


With a cunning smirk Cyrus replied "I placed a tracker on him" 


Well that wasn't what I was expecting to hear. "Wait, don't you think he would be able to notice if a tracker was placed on him. Uhm I'm quite sorry to burst y'all's bubble yeah, but isn't he a god just like you guys. Even more so, he is your fucking flesh and blood brother isn't he?" 


Made of glass