Novels by Lady Countryrose

Azreal was missing his wife dearly. He kissed her, feeling her body to heat up. He loved how he could cause her to come alive, under his attention. His lips molded her with hers. His hands glided around her, bringed her closer to him. Only for him to feel her body to heat up. As he explored her, he had managed to take her clothes off he went. Not paying attention that she had done the same with him. He picked her up by her butt and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling her core over his rod, where he could nearly enter. He kept kissing her massaging her butt, feeling her relaxed. Juat before he made walked to their bed and placed her in the middle. He hoved over her, kissed her from her lips, neck and made his way down. Warshipping and taking his time with his wife. He felt her shiver and quiver under his kissing decorations on her body. “Beautiful,” he told her softly. His final kiss in the inside thigh, as he nudge her legs open. She opened her legs wide for him

Azreal walked out of the Federal Building in a controlled anger. Ever since he heard Ava was being pulled from his side, he wanted to hit something or even someone. Mainly, he wanted to knock Michael's good looking face off. He was only too happy to know that Ava has not fallen for his looks. He would have been sad if she had, but not angry. He would never be angry with her. Azreal could never find it in himself to be angry with her. She was full of life. While he was he was full of nothing but death. It was all he ever knew. "I was half expecting that you would knock that guy down," stated Hank with a bit of a bark. “Believe me Hank, I am still thinking about it…” His tone was dark. “Good,” stated the thin assistant. I almost want to do it myself. “I don’t always go for the people alone. Someone was the supplier. Someone with leads, someone to take these drugs off of the Birt.” “There is a lot of technology, along,” I supplied. Things needed to be moved regardl

Three nights after the prom, Azreal lead Ava to the police station. Where he had gone and packed up his things. He no longer thought it was a good idea to work for the local police department. Not when he had to act like a diled down person. Instead of someone with great power. When they had reached the lockerroom, it was where they had met Hank. Azreal’s human partner, while they were walking the streets of Spokane. Hank turned to Azreal with a raised eyebrow. “Something told me that you would sneak in, and pack up and leave.” He then glanced over towards Ava. “How are you doing, misses?” Ava smiled, “I am doing better, thanks Hank.” Just as Azreal had packed everything in a dark duffle bag. One of the other officers came in. “You three are called into the chief’s office, now.” The three looked at each other, before they made their way into the chief’s office. Where they saw him pacing behind his desk. The three took a chance to look at each other. Before they l

A couple of weeks had passed since David was introduced to Mavis Jones. Along with the shopping for the prom had also passed, meaning it was the night of the prom. Which the two men had agreed to treat the two young women like the princesses that they deserve to be. They took them to a well know Italian restaurant in Spokane, Olive Garden. A place that they had heard Mavis talked about a few times. At the dance. The two men glanced at each of the dancing couples, it was something that they had not seen in an age. At least not since the days of balls and formalities. Every man: including themselves, were in three-piece suits. While the women were in layers of dresses, some even thinner than most. Including a variety of colors that they have not seen before. David leaned into Azrael and whispered, “And here I thought that the things I’ve learned from Mavis were a glorious torture. Seeing these mortals dance, you must wonder if new life would be making an appearance in a

Ava found herself in her living room, watching TV. She did not feel like having a soundless house. It was enough for her mind to bring her back to the night before. Seeing herself going savage on someone that she had once thought of as a friend. If it was not for Azrael and David, she would not know how she felt about taking the man’s life. She could not even bring herself to think about the friend’s name. “What have I done,” she gasped at herself. When she knew that there was no one there to talk to her. Other than the movie that was being played before her, “Ghost.” It was the thing that was helping to allow the tears to leak out. “I wish for school to be over.” She shook her head, trying to fight off the images in her head. “Why can’t he have been someone I didn’t know?!” She felt her fingers ranking into her hair, pulling. She wanted the images to stop. “STOP,” she cried out. “WHY CAN’T THESE IMAGES STOP!” “They will, in time,” stated an elderly woman’s voice.

The next day, Ava found herself in her bedroom. Laying on her comfortable bed, along with a headache on her temples. She glanced around, noticing a note next to one of her pillows. Called the school, you are out sick today. Get some rest, I will see you later. Az Her eyes hurt after making her eyes focus on the reading and was glad that the note was short. Her eyes then moved towards her clock radio. Where she saw that it was four o’clock in the late afternoon. Which means, she had a long day of rest. But it did not explain the pain she was in. She forced herself to lay back down and it was when she saw flashes of images that had happened the night before. Where she was forced to remember her fickle thoughts of wanting to destroy Dustin Black. His name should have been enough to clue in on what kind of person he was. But unlike most people, Ava gave everyone a chance to prove themselves otherwise. ‘I have a bad choice in friends when it comes to guys.’ She closed