(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

As they hurried through the twisting paths, the air grew colder, sharper, biting at their skin like tiny needles. The once eerie silence was now deafening, every footstep magnified in the unnatural stillness. Arazela, never one to stay quiet for long, glanced over her shoulder, catching Cyrus fidgeting with the hilt of his sword. 


"You know, Cy, I think if you grip that sword any tighter, you’ll fuse with it," she teased, hoping to lighten the mood, her voice casual despite the tension in the air. 


Cyrus grunted, his brows furrowed as he kept his eyes forward. "Just making sure I’m ready, just in case something decides to sneak up on us" 


"Yeah, well, if the underworld throws another surprise our way, I vote we throw you at it first. You’ve got that 'first-to-die' energy" 


Cyrus shot her a look, but a small smirk betrayed him. "Don’t tempt me, Arazela" 


I deal in sarcasm