(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

The underworld, shrouded in an oppressive, unnatural darkness, felt like it had a life of its own—a malevolent presence that seeped into the bones, threatening to drag even the mightiest down into despair. The gods stood in a circle, their powers simmering just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed. 


Arazela’s eyes narrowed as she regarded the Keeper, a hulking figure of shadow and malice. He loomed over them, his voice a guttural snarl that reverberated through the cavernous throne room. “Tremble before me, lesser beings,” he rumbled, his eyes glowing like coals in the dark. “I am the Keeper of Shadows, the guardian of this realm. None shall pass without facing my wrath” 


The Keeper of Shadows