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Entwined souls

This book is silver tier winner of webnovel contest WFP #21 Under "angels and demons series". A demon met an angel in a club accidentally and saved her life. From then the angel sticks with him no matter what. She put every effort to make him fall for her. But did they fell in love coincidentally or is it the fate repeating itself again. Come and join the journey of Asbeel, the first fallen angel and now demon the prince of hell and his half-angel. And see how they fight with heaven to live their forbidden love. Excerpt- "Abigail" A gut wrenching cry shook heaven and earth. An angel was flying towards heaven. His blood shot eyes have so much grief that even angel bowed his head. But the creator was standing there unperturbed. "Why Father, why did you kill Abigail." He asked with so much remorse that blood started seeping out of his eyes. "You were a watcher, yet you led astray the whole Grigori of watchers by falling for the daughters of men. " God asked back, the voice was calm and collected but the swirling storm behind him is a clear indication of his anger towards his own creation. "But I love her father." He begged, pleaded for the life of his lover whose eyes has turned hollow. Those eyes who had kept him spellbound. More blood fell from his eyes. "An angel can't love a human, it's forbidden and you know that." His father rebuked. He was annoyed at the folly of his child. "But we all are your child father, if you want to punish, then punish me. Let her live." If one has to go, then let him be the one. He hugged the soulless body as if he wants to be one with her. His father smirked, "you, my child, has got the worse retribution for your sin" He looked at his father, uncertain what other things he had planned. "She died an easy death, but you, you will live alone an immortal life feeling the pain to be the reason for your beloved dead." The creator explained his innocent child. "Just because she is a human," he asked the obvious can't believe that God can be so cruel to his own creations. "Then let him be the angel." He declared. Growing his nails, he stabbed himself without an ounce of hesitation. His hand encompasses bright light energy and inflict it in his lover's body. The soulless body took a deep breath and her cheeks turned rosy again, the lifeless eyes fluttered and he smiled. He caressed her cheeks and took her fallen strand of hair in his hand, putting it back behind her ears. He looked at the stunned face of his father and smiled. Just then he fell from heaven, losing all the energy his body had, and died. But the good was beyond control. His creation has disgraced his gift. But he can't take the power the fallen angel has gifted to his beloved. "Throw her back to earth before she wakes up. She would never be accepted as angel here." With that he vanished in the air. After 100 centuries.

nishidurani · Fantaisie
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Chapter-7

"Wait here, let me take a bath then we can go." He leisurely stood and walked towards the bathroom God! Did he need to go like that? He was like a god, just by standing there while walking like that could even give a heart attack to the girls.

"Uh, but if someone came in when you are not here, then what would I do?" She nervously asked looking at him and then at the door.

"Don't worry little angel, no one can come to this room." 

'After all this room is not in the club right now' he added in his heart. 

The moment he brought an angel with him, he put the room under his aura where no one could detect the room, not even his fellow demons. Like the room was not in existence anymore. 

He needed to wash himself to get rid of her smell. The smell of goodness, it disgusted him.

After taking a good bath, he came out only in his towel. She became stunned, she knew he was sexy but right now he was looking so masculine and sexy, she couldn't describe it. 

Like a sex God, his sexiness was oozing with the dripping of water from his black hairs having a flex of golden around. 

She gulped, suddenly starting feeling very hot. Her knees would go weak any instant. So she looked at the opposite side And just when she was about to complain he bent and brought a bag out.

He took a clean white shirt and black slacks out of it and threw a dress to her. 

"Don't tell me you want me to drop you with torn clothes out on the road." He eyed her up to down. 

Which made her cover her torn area through her hands, which didn't create much difference though. 

'If he had the clothes all along why didn't he give them sooner?' But she had checked the whole place last night. This bag was not there.

"Do you want to see me changing or you wish to change in front of me?" he asked, looking at her through the mirror.

 His hands were on the corner of the towel like he was going to drop it any moment and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. 

"If you want we can do much more than only seeing each other." 

God, what was she doing? 'Please God just dig a hole so that I could hide in it forever.' She sprinted from the room like demons were following her.

After getting herself ready, she was amazed that how the dress perfectly fitted her like it's made especially for her. Accentuating her strong points.

 She had dark brown straight hair almost looking black, reaching her hips, with amber eyes, heart-shaped face, chiselled jawline and a mole just above her lips. 

Her lips were plump and pinkish. She was 5" 7, with long legs and slim waist. And this black off the shoulder dress which was fitted till waist, showing her slim waist and covering her legs up to knees with small stars like pearls embellished on it making a pattern of the galaxy. 

It was accentuating her legs and waist while covering her hips. Giving her a look of the model coming straight off the magazine cover. 

She had never thought a beautiful dress could bring such a change in her personality. But this was not hers. She had to return it to him soon.

When she came out, he was already ready and waiting for her on the sofa sitting leisurely enjoying his drink. 

That made her think it would be his fourth to fifth glass since morning. Just how much this man drinks starting from the morning. What if he got drunk and had an accident?

Noticing her gaze on him, he still didn't stop drinking thinking that she would take a look and avert her gaze but when that didn't happen he looked in her eyes with a raised brow. Like asking what you were up to now.

"uh, I was thinking how would you drive after getting drunk" she replied awkwardly rubbing her hands at the back of her head.

He laughed which sounded like music to her ears. How could a simple laugh be so musical "do you think I am drunk, little angel?" 

He came a little too close to her liking and let a breath touch her face, her nose and her lips, he was touching her through his breaths. 

Her breathing hitched and her heart stopped breathing for a moment. She held her breath and turned stiff. 

Her eyes closed as she braced herself for things that could happen between them.

But all he did was to ask her "Can you smell alcohol, little angel?" He asked in a very low husky voice which almost gave a heart attack to her. She was spellbound that she didn't even know what he said. 

His voice although very sweet to hear now sounding god damn sexy. Her voice got stuck in her mouth and she wasn't able to say a single word. So she just looked at him with her hazy eyes.

When he didn't get her reply, he created some distance and looked into her eyes. He smirked looking at his effect on her. 

"Come little lamb, otherwise we will end in bed soon the way you are behaving. And I don't have time to order a new dress for you, once this one is ripped" he said looking at her from up to down and pointing at her dress.

That's when she let the breath go she didn't know she was holding. She took deep breaths in and out to calm herself and after a few moments, she started following him realizing he had already started going out.

 She couldn't help but ask "have you ordered this dress especially for me?"

"Do you think I am a pervert who likes to dress himself in female clothing?" He asked, still walking without looking back.