All Chapters of The Devil's Forbidden Angel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

…Mirabelle POV…To say that I have not hit a new depth of stupidity in these past few weeks would be a total understatement. From wanting to blow Damien’s brains out to actually blowing a hole through hell itself. That can easily be described as the most insane thing that any woman can set her mind to, regardless in which world it is that she finds herself.Now, should I want to try and find the most logical answer for doing any of them, I cannot come to one single one.What is my bond of Damien?Even more important…what is our destiny?Well, yes, there is that.The fact is that there is a destiny to be told for me and Damien. Why would I want to hurt the man?He loves me unconditionally regards. He has me here in his home, in the warmth of his arms and he is nursing his tears as he prays for me to return. He is not even begging for me to return to his side, he merely just cannot bear if I have to leave him, and this craz

…Mirabelle POV…Last night was torture as he ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one man consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel my delicate fingers running down his sculpted chest.So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for him. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if I cannot see again. He has become my now, my present; he is the driving force that will determine what I do next.Then I see him...He takes a lock of my hair and twirls it around his finger, then gently pulls it closer. "My beloved, if I knew what the scent of an angel was, then I would say it was you.""Damien, are you flirting with me?""Merely trying to seduce you."I only but chuckle at him; this man will be th

...Mirabelle POV...I believe that we are whom we choose to be. Nobody is going to give you anything. You have got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want, expect you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Nobody has the power to shatter your dreams but you. So do I believe that I should give up on my dream?That is the shit that kept running through my mind last night as I tried everything in my power not to think of Damien.I have fought with every part of my being to get what I want. It takes a lot for me to give up. I can't just give up because of one thing that happened. I will keep on fighting and fighting until I have nothing left in me, and giving up is the only option left.That is the second load of shit that came to my mind. He was officially haunting not only me but my dreams as well. And to make things even somewhat worse is the fact that he has not, for once, stopped fucking sending me messages which poor Lilith has

…Mirabelle POV…As I see Damien step back in the room, I can see that there is a rather worried expression on his face. I do not know who he has just spoken to but whatever it is that they discussed has got Damien very concerned.Do I believe that is it is about me?Yes that I do believe.Do I want to know?No.So instead of having to speak of it, I cause a far better diversion instead. I take Damien's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my dress, his other hand gripping tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my skirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legsHe spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the wall, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my dress and shoves the material all the way

…Mirabelle POV…This morning when I woke up, you had already left for training with the boys. I so wished that you just had stayed one little while longer so that we could figure this thing out that is hanging in the air between us.How is it that there is always something throw in our way of happiness?I know that if I say this, then I am being selfish and what I am about even to ask, yet, even more, say is perhaps being worse than plain damn nasty.As you left this morning, I began to think about the way things were when we first met. We were so much in love; then, we couldn't wait to get to each other to tell each other everything that happened that day. I remember how we were both so interested in all the little details of our daily stories and how we would laugh over the smallest thing. The simplest meal was a feast to us, and we needed very little to make us happy.We usually spent our evenings at home chitchatting, cuddling, and making l