The battle between the forces of good and evil, the host of Heaven and Hell's armada, is never-ending. The struggle has lasted through eternity, and will continue even past the end of Time; the war is waged at every level. Sometimes that conflict spills over onto the earthly plane, and we glimpse faces of that titanic, endless war... The demoness looked a...
Authors Note: Hi Everyone! There were some problems that came up. And finally this chapter was posted. I'm actually excited it did, because this means I can post the next chapter(s) finally! :) I hope you all enjoy this chapter. And as I promised last time, there is finally a sex scene. lol. Please don’t forget to vote and comment. It really is nice to h...
The Angel stood under the rain, and as the storm swept through the vastness of the valley, he pondered his next course of action. In those rare times when he allowed himself to be seen by mortal men and women, he favored the appearance of a six-foot-tall, good-looking, light-skinned Black man in his early twenties. A long time ago, during his first assignmen...
Author's note: The support I have been shown for this story line has been just amazing. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement. I hope everyone will enjoy the latest installment just as much. Also, I want to acknowledge white slut suze with a warm and heart felt thank you. She graciously agreed to edit this installment so hopefully typos at leas...
The bright sun beat down upon their heads in the meadow. Angel frowned, exasperation making her tense. Devon stood before her, unarmed, beckoning with his hand for her to attack. The breeze toyed with his mane, and he rolled his shoulders, making his muscles ripple. One brow rose, his eyes glowing eerie blue even in the glaring daylight as placed his hands...
Angel was bored. She hadn't been out in weeks and had gotten all decked out for the celebrity look-alike contest that Mosaic was having--her espresso brown hair with gold highlights had been curled to look like Nelly Furtado's hair from the music video "Give It To Me." She had specifically gotten the thin, semi-see through white sequined tank top to show off...
Dark Prince Alpha Angels Series Book Two Levana Hyll This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2010 by Levana Hyll All rights reserved. Publishe...
The following story is entirely fictional despite its close resemblance to certain events. It is a reflection on the experiences of many white expatriates and their families working in Africa and the Middle East. ----------- Igwe held the tearful woman close in his arms. To be frank he cared little for her tears, or her fears and trauma's that had led to t...
A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23, and became assistant coach at a posh tennis club. I had been a tennis coach for about two months. Club members were beginnin...
After I cleaned up the mess in the bedroom left from a day of lovemaking with Sandy, I called Rachel. When there was no answer, I presumed she was still in Minneapolis. Nonetheless, I decided I would drop by the bookstore to see if she was there but not answering the phone. Then I could go around the corner to Wendover's Gallery to let them know my pictures...