The Fallen Angels Academy Trilogy: Paranormal reverse harem romance
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KAYLEE KANE
MISCHIEF CLAIMED: THE FALLEN ANGELS ACADEMY 1
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KISS OF DEATH: THE FALLEN ANGELS ACADEMY 2
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TRICKSTER TAMED: THE FALLEN ANGELS ACADEMY 3
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ALSO BY KAYLEE KANE
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MISCHIEF CLAIMED: THE FALLEN ANGELS ACADEMY 1
KAYLEE KANE
What could possibly go wrong when ex-Angel of Mischief, Lamora is banished to the Fallen Angels Academy where she meets Tessa, the fallen Angel of Death? Both gorgeous naughty babes are already planning their next pranks. The last thing Lamora has expected is to cross the paths of the two equally brooding alpha gatekeepers who make sure that she stays in her line.
With Aliuth, the possessive and most powerful archangel in the academy and Ehreus, the cocky bad boy son of a god, Lamora is screwed, literally. These alpha males might have their strengths mirrored on their godly physiques and hung packages, but they are not without weaknesses.
Lamora is one. The rivalry between the alpha males might be her ticket out if she plays her cards well.
P/S: Kinks include but not limited to paranormal romance, virgin, age-play, BDSM, reverse harem, dubcon, voyeurism, exhibitionism, interracial sex, oral, and others to satisfy your needs.
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Lamora
“If you continue on your mischievous ways, be prepared to spend the rest of your pathetic life here. In the Fallen Angels Academy,” spat Martha in overly dramatic expression. A smirk quirked the corner of her thick full lips. Martha was a plump, three hundred something-year-old guardian angel who was going to be my chaperon for as long as I would stay in this goddamn place, no puns intended.
I was banished to the Fallen Angels Academy for breaching the code of magic. As the name would suggest, the Fallen Angels Academy was a rehab for fallen angels. Without so much of goodbye or introduction, Martha vanished behind the slammed door.
Peeling away from the dark wood door, I took my new white brick room to study. A musty smell of old, rotting wood tinged with a scent of sandalwood incense. A translucent lace curtain accented the doorway into the depths of the room.
“Get used to it, Martha might be a bitch at first. But when you get to know her, she’s kinda sweet. Sometimes,” said the female voice that made me jump a foot in the air and got into my spell casting stance, only to remember my magic had been ripped from me.
“Steady there, I’m your roommate.” A female angel peeled from her single bed and came towards me. I put my guards down and eyed her up and down. Her pouty lips were red as the curls cascading down her petite waist. Her black lace-up corset cinched tightly around her body, her leather pants molded around her long slim legs like a second skin.
Her manicured nails were black as the night, matching her outfit as she reached her hand out for a shake. “I’m Tessa, the Angel of Death. Or should I say, the fallen Angel of Death.” She chuckled and waved her name dismissively. “Whatever. I’m a prisoner here now.”
I grabbed her hand. “Lamora, the Angel of Mischief.”
Tessa tilted her head aside and arched her thin brow with interest. “Lamora…nice to meet you. Finally found someone of my league.”
I shot her a confused frown. “What do you mean by that?”
With a wry smirk, Tessa walked towards the arched window stretching high up to the ceiling and gazed at the hazy orange sunset. I glanced around at the shared room I was about to spend the rest of my life in. There were two single beds, each flanking one side of the room. On the other side of the room stood a gigantic tall bookshelf that drew my interest.
“I’ve had a couple of roommates before you.” Tessa scoffed without looking away from the window. She took a long draw on her incense. “They are boring. What can I say? One of them was an Angel of Compassion, the other one was more or less from the same department. They were banished for some petty crimes.” She gestured at me. “Speaking of which, what’re you here for?”
I shrugged. “Abusing my powers.” As much as I wanted to make friends and build an ally while I was here, I didn’t want to give away too much information. Not before I found out who this Tessa was. “And yourself?”
Tessa puffed out a mouthful of smoke and stubbed her incense in the ashtray. “Same. I’m the Angel of Death, right? So it’s my dirty job to go around telling people they’re due. One fateful day, I was assigned to bring this little girl home. She was supposed to be beaten to death by her deadbeat mom.” She sucked in her breath. “I couldn’t do it.”
Tessa lit up another incense and took a deep suck. God, she smoked so much. The room reeked of her secondhand smoke. “I took her mom instead. But of course, it’s against the protocol so I’m here.”
“Fucking autocrats,” I muttered. “How long have you been here?”
“Fifty years or so. Whatever. I don’t give a damn. All I knew I spent my two hundred and tenth birthday here.” She pointed the burning end of her incense at me and winked. The smoke wisped and dissolved in the air. “If you came here a bit earlier, you could have a slice of my birthday cake.” Whatever that meant.
“Happy belated birthday, I guess.”
“How old are you?”
“One hundred and eight.” The room was getting stuffy. Sweat pooled on my chest so I took off my leather jacket and chucked it on the edge of my bed. I pinched at my black tank top and fanned myself. I could feel my skin melting in my denim shorts, probably some divine power trying to remind me of the wrath of hell awaiting me if I didn’t get my act together.
“Jeez, you’re young. It’s neither a compliment nor critic, it’s just a remark.” I nodded. “So what did the Angel of Mischief do? You sound li
ke you do fun stuff for a living.”
I smirked. “You know how sometimes a small inconvenience in your way can mess up your whole day? I pull mostly harmless pranks on people to bring out their darkest sides. If they don’t, that means they have the heart of gold.”
Tessa’s eyes lit up with interest. “So you’re great at pulling pranks, huh? Oh, finally they sent me someone fun. “So are you up for something fun?” She had a dark mischievous glow about her that spelled disaster and troubles.
I shook my head. “Look, I don’t want any troubles, kay?”
Tessa’s shoulders slumped as she rolled her eyes. “Oh god, not another boring bitch.”
“Excuse me?”
“If you’re thinking of getting parole or any shit, save your disappointment. If someone ends up in Fallen Angels Academy, they’ll have to go through the whole fucking three semesters of skull boring boredom. Okay, you can go on and pretend you’re a goody-two-shoes or some shit but I can guarantee you halfway through this semester, you’ll yield. You’ll be bored out of your fucking numbskull.”
Well, that was a fun first day on the campus. “Thanks for the warm introductory. If you excuse me, I’m going to read some books to start with.” From my peripheral vision, I saw Tessa roll her eyes and stare out at the pinkish-purple sunset before I browsed through the books. There were some spellbooks and encyclopedias.
If I read slowly enough, they would last me till the end of the three semesters. If there was one superpower no one could take away from me, it was the ability to devour books. I could finish a full book within half a day. My brain cells absorbed words like a magnet with metals. Three semesters didn’t sound that hard. I wanted to ask Tessa how long one semester would take but I didn’t want to talk to her right now.
I knew for sure Tessa was pulling my legs trying to get me aboard with whatever naughty schemes she’d planned. I wasn’t going to give in.
After all, I had my own plans.
Tessa and I refused to talk to each other for the rest of the evening. While I retreated into reading, Tessa was brooding at the window, occasionally scribbling in her black journal. After finishing half of the first book about forbidden spells and famous angels who fell for them, I decided to take a walk around the campus.
“The curfew is at ten,” said Tessa. I looked out of the windows at the stars that appeared to be more distant, maybe they were just reminding me how distant I was from home. I shook away the thought. If I left now, I still had half an hour.
“Won’t be long.”
The hallways were eerily quiet it made me wonder how many residents were here in the Fallen Angels Academy. Coming to think of it, the lack of inmates here might not be a bad sign after all. There wasn’t much entertainment around the campus. I could understand why Tessa had fallen into the spell of boredom. It would be hell for someone who was used to all kinds of excitement and adventures in their lives.
To my delight, I found a library with more books than I could crunch if I had to complete all the semesters. Whipping out my pocketbook, I doodled a map of the campus, marking all the doors and staircases. It would come in handy when the time would come. I was debating with myself whether or not to tell Tessa my plan.
I didn’t know her enough to trust her yet. When I would get to know her more, I might tell her. I was wandering from one hallway to another similar hallway until I stopped in front of a spiral staircase. With a gulp, I braved myself up the staircase. A gust of chilled wind blustered across my face and made my hair dance.
I found myself on the rooftop, the highest peak of Fallen Angels Academy, overlooking the entire campus. Outside the walls of the campus, the thick untouched forests covered the ground of Luna Del Zrauztec, the moon of the Planet Zrauztec, my birthplace. The dark side of Luna Del Zrauztec was where the dark souls dwelled in the Underworld.
It was where I had to go.
I stood on the edge of the roof, overlooking and studying parts of the campus illuminated by the stars like little lights in the velvet black sky. I scribbled on my pocketbook, making notes of the campus and sat down with my legs dangling off the roof, overlooking the scenery it offered.
The campus ground was vast, parts of the old brick building were illuminated with flaming torches, casting amber light on the walls. I was seeking signs of its residents but there wasn’t a shadow spotted. It looked like a campus on summer holiday where all the students were off having their best lives but I didn’t think it worked here for the Fallen Angels Academy.
The inmates, including myself, were bound here until the end of their sentence, which was three semesters, according to Tessa. I’d been looking for clues for how long a semester would be but found nothing. There was only one way to find out.
I was staring into the distance, lost in my own thought when I saw a silhouette flitting through the campus ground. My muscles firmed up as panic rose within me. “What the fuck?” I gasped. Part of me wanted to jump off the roof only to remember that I had lost all my powers.
“Shit.” I clenched my fists, realizing how much I had taken my powers for granted until now. Without powers, I felt so useless, my whole life turned out to be so inconvenient. I stood there, waiting uselessly for the silhouette to reappear. I thought the least I could do was to take a better look at it.
Far as I knew, he could be an Agent of Darkness from the Underworld. I could hear my heart thundering inside my chest. God knew how long I had been standing frozen there like a fool in vain when I looked up at the stars.
“Oh fuck! Holy fucking fuck!” I cried out, realizing it was at least half-hour past the curfew.
I was at least half an hour after curfew. My nerves rose within me. I was ready to jump off the edge of the roof again, clenched my fists and changed my mind. I couldn’t afford the consequences of falling off from a five-story high building. Not without my magic. Not when I had a more important mission in hand.
“Okay, fuck it.” I turned around and made towards the staircase where I’d come from. If I were quick, I should be able to make it back within ten minutes. It wasn’t that far, or at least I thought so. I was skipping down the stairs when something caught on my shirt and ripped it open.
“Argh, fuck!” My arms immediately flew up to cover my black lace bra. I turned around and realized it had been caught on a large splinter. Now I hoped I wasn’t going to bump into anyone else, but knowing me…
Cold pricked my skin, raising goosebumps on my arms. I hugged and rubbed myself and started heading in the direction where I’d come from. For a second, I was so grateful that the whole campus seemed empty. That means that the probability of me bumping into someone while being almost topless was almost close to zero, right?
I was huffing, the only thing I could hear was my own breathing punctuating the sound of my heartbeat when a loud thud rang in my ears, followed by a dull pain in my face as I crashed into something hard. “Ouch!” Losing my balance, I toppled back and almost fell on my backside when someone grabbed me on my wrist.
My stomach lurched. I blinked my eyes quickly and realized that a pair of dazzling deep blue eyes were penetrating into mine. I felt like my heart had just stopped beating when I looked at the divine creature right in front of me.
Oh my god. His shoulders were so broad, his biceps ballooned as he flexed his arms. His forehead glowed with a thin film of sweat. His aquiline nose protruded out of his gorgeous face, sticking out between high cheekbones. His jaw was smooth and sharp it looked like it could cut.
“What are you doing here?” His voice sounded so sultry and masculine I felt like I was melting in my bones.
I had no idea how long I had been staring at him, admiring this perfect man who looked like he was sculpted by the hands of god himself. With a disgruntled groan, he let me go and I fell helplessly on the ground.
“What the hell?” I looked up at him. He gazed into the distance behind me, his Adam apple bobbing urgently in his throat. In this position, the
handsome stranger looked even bigger. He was wearing a black tank top with silvery armor over his heaving chest. His jeans slung deliciously low on his hips, wrapping tightly around his equally muscular legs. A flame of heat shot straight into my stomach when my eyes fell on his massive package. His dick print pressed against the crotch of his jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Dirty thoughts whirled in my head, making my pussy wet. My cheeks burned when his fiery gaze fell on me again. I hoped he hadn’t noticed I spent the past minutes staring at his crotch.
“Who are you?” His voice was raspy and labored.
I picked myself up. The warmth of his hand against my skin sizzled straight to my core when he grabbed me on the arm. “Who are you?”
“I asked first.” He glanced at me and looked away when I remembered I was wearing a bra.
I muttered a cuss and wrapped my arms around myself, though my slutty side wanted to bare it all in front of this gorgeous man. My head was whirling. I had no idea what was going on with me. I’d met so many gorgeous angels in my life and was never stirred but one look at this handsome stranger, I was turning into a whore. My faith was shaking and I knew it.