An Immortal's Redemption

By Antonella Sinner

Demons are malevolent entities that feed on pain and suffering. Sometimes your demons aren't just in your head.

 

As a young, small-town woman, I should know more than just this crappy, lifeless job at the local café and the strained, manipulative relationship I have with my boyfriend, Javon. 

I crave more in life than just… this.

One fateful night, I was graced by an exquisite and mysterious man. He saved me from an assailant, and I soon learned he's that little more I crave in life.

A few kisses turn into a little something more, something sensual and hot like nothing I've ever had before. But, little did I know, he would prove to be an escape for me from that darkness that tugs me down and burns through my heart. 

I soon learn that this mysterious man in town has dark, chilling secrets that challenge my beliefs and faith.

The world is at risk of being consumed by dark forces lurking beneath our toes, and I'm caught up in the middle of it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Antonella Sinner
• Release date: Dec 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215106334

Antonella Sinner

For as long as she can remember, Antonella Sinner has always had a passion for reading. Growing up, she always asked herself what she wanted to be and has always answered with the same: a writer, creating and fabricating stories she so wishes she could find on shelves. Today she writes dreamy romances full of paranormal beings of all kinds with a few touches of spice here and there. Born and raised in New York City, Antonella lives with her beloved furbabies, Juliet, the Shih Tzu she’s had since she was nine, and her recent adoption, Major, the spoiled brat of a Persian cat her family loves to call the Pharaoh of the block. When Antonella isn’t writing her next fantasy she’s either binging a TV show or nose deep in a fantasy romance book.

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An Immortal's Redemption

A Forbidden Celestial Novel

Antonella Sinner

An Immortal's Redemption

Copyright © 2022 by Antonella Sinner

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover by Maria Christine Pagtalunan (Artscandare Book Cover Design)

Editing by Sandy Ebel (Personal Touch Editing)

Amazon ISBN-13: 9 7 9 8 3 6 7 2 9 5 9 2 4 (Paperback)

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Contents

Dedication

Preface

Forbidden Touch

1. The Evening Shift

2. Storm Behind Those Eyes

3. Chai Spice

4. Duck Pond and Feathered Kisses

5. Heart Aflame

6. Blazing Fires in Their Eyes

7. Winter Kissed

8. Revelations

9. Angelic Glow

10. Hell Fire

11. Resolutions and Incertitude

12. Night Terror

13. Warrior’s Flight

14. Divulgence

15. Starry Night

16. Passion’s Waterfall

17. Penance

18. Heavenly Rage

19. Tranquil

20. Pythius

21. Adverse

22. Amorous Touch

23. Hell’s Legion

24. Battle of the Virtuous and Diabolic

25. Redemption

Epilogue

Also By Antonella Sinner

Acknowledgments

About Author

To the girls who struggle to come to terms with the truth. Trust in your guardian angel, they’ll guide you to freedom.

Preface

An Immortal's Redemption is a standalone novel featuring steamy forbidden lovers and an interracial relationship. This novel is recommended for Mature audiences as it mentions heavy topics and graphically detailed intimate scenes. Content warnings include: A brief assault scene, abusive relationships, and violence between characters.

Forbidden Touch

Coming home after dark isn’t always the greatest feeling, especially after being dropped off from a date gone terribly wrong. One would think I’d be out with friends or enjoying the night with someone who truly cares about me. But no, I spent my night arguing with my asshole of a boyfriend over meaningless crap I don’t even want to go over.

Closing the door to my rented cottage, I sigh and roughly kick off my shoes, the very ones the asshole gifted me. The living room is dark, despite the expansive glass window overseeing the thick foliage of the surrounding forest. I walk toward my bedroom, rubbing the tension from my neck. My skin craves the warmth of a bath to flush out my stress.

The gentle flutter of wings behind me fills the ambiance with a sense of peace. The movement of the muscle-powered divinity sounds much like a quilt being fanned out. Smiling softly to myself, my heart swells with warmth. My archangel always knows when I need him. He must have a sixth sense of these things with the way he intuitively knows when I need a break from reality.

Sighing with contentment as I relax into his embrace, his arms circle my waist. My angel brushes his lips over my neck, emitting a sense of comfort in their wake. When I lean back against his tall frame, the warmth of his skin seeps into me. His hands trail over my figure with a glowing palm, coming to rest over my chest, and his energy surges into me, bleeding into the cracks and dips in my heart, sealing them.

How’d you know when I’d be home? I ask, genuinely curious. Usually, he comes to me when I’m alarmed or frightened, appearing when I need his guidance.

My angel hums into my neck, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine and a smile to spread across my face.

I saw it in a vision. I was thinking of you. He leans down, and his voice grazes the shell of my ear, feeling like velvet. His tone is alluring, tempting with how gruff it is.

Subconsciously, I grab the necklace he’d gifted me. I’ve come to learn of its ability to drive the horrid dreams that plague my nights. It replaces them with peace, allowing me a restful slumber.

Take me away, please, I beg as I turn around to gaze deeply into his gleaming eyes. He tilts his head to the side as he surveys me, and his palm comes up to caress my face.

I become aware of the heavy pants that rake his broad chest, and his thumb traces the bottom of my lip sensually.

The dark brown tone of his skin is brought out by the moonlight behind me, and it takes everything within me not to trail my lips over his skin. Tracing the palm of my hands down his rigid chest, goosebumps pop across his flawless skin.

My archangel leans down to my level, gazing at my lips as though he craves to taste them.

He does.

Taking the liberty of pleasure, he plants his lips on mine, and his delightful scent wafts over me. A moan ripples through my chest as I savor his rich taste blooming in my senses. My angel tastes like the first licks of winter. He feels like the brush of a crisp winter morning upon my heated skin. It’s been so long since our last kiss, my knees become weak, and I’m swept into his embrace.

Tightly wrapping my arms around his neck, he dips into a crouch. Behind him, his expansive wings billow, and I know what to prepare for. His firm hands find my waist, gripping me tightly before I’m whisked into the air. The sharp blow of the wind flicks my hair around, but I’m utterly consumed by his demanding presence. Two beats of his powerful wings have us up and out of my room through the balcony into the sky.

My laughs are swept away by the breeze as I trace the magnificent wings protruding from his shoulders. Their beauty is entrancing, each feather immaculate. My left hand smooths out a velvety feather from one of his wings. The midnight black wings flap with a powerful flutter, gently lulling me to sleep.

We land with a thud, yet he doesn’t release me. His fingers become greedy for me, and he takes my lips in a passionate kiss. Distracting me from our surroundings, he quickly engulfs my awareness with his presence. His lips trail down my neck, his hands on my stomach as he strips the shirt off my body. I shiver as the crisp night breeze caresses my bare skin, my underwear the only thing protecting me from the cold.

What are you doing? I ask breathlessly, my voice quivering. His hands trail over my skin, and I step closer to the warmth that seeps into my bones.

Shh, heavenly, relax into my touch, he murmurs, his voice deep and raspy with lust.

I melt under his gaze, his different colored eyes gleaming with unmistakable emotion. The ocean-blue eye on the left deepens to match the nightly blue sky above, and the violet eye on the right sparkles like a thousand gems, catching the gleam of the morning sun.

My angel dips below me, his feather-like fingertips brushing my legs.

Permitting him to remove my panties, his eyes never leave mine as he kisses the insides of my thighs. Rising, he pulls me flush against his body, facing the landscape ahead, and I realize he has taken me to a body of fresh water. The lake’s surface sparkles like crystals, calling me in to taste its freshness.

I can tell you’ve had a long day. Let’s take your mind off things, he murmurs, dipping his hand into me. Shivers rake my body as his fingers circle my clit. When his mouth finds the tender spot of my neck, my eyes close in bliss, and a moan escapes my lips.

He turns me to face him, then hoists me into his hold. My legs wrap securely around his hips, and his firm hands fix themselves beneath my thighs for support. Leaning down, I trap his lips in a kiss, craving his rich taste once more. He moves his tongue against mine skillfully, causing my core to clench with excitement.

Oh, this is so good, I moan as the warm water kisses the bare skin of my thighs.

He chuckles at my reaction, his glowing eyes filled with love and lust for me.

You’re so beautiful under this moonlight. He takes my chin between his fingers and gently pulls me back into another kiss. His underlying tenderness grows eager, then blooms into lustful passion.

Grinding my hips against him as we taste each other, our daring hands map each other’s dips and planes, savoring this moment we have together.

He removes my bra, leaving me bare, and I make quick work of removing his clothing.

Whimpering as I feel him align our bodies, the tip of his shaft grazes my folds, and we’re so close to becoming one. Pressing his forehead to mine, he rubs my thighs as he holds me above his turgid shaft. I flutter my eyes open, only to find him looking at me intently.

Is this alright?

Nodding in agreement, I pull him closer by the shoulders, his relaxed wings laid out against the water’s surface. Gazing into his passion-filled eyes, I engrave their gleaming colors in my mind and gently push myself down onto his length.

Relishing the feeling of his love, I whimper, consumed by ecstasy. The water feels cool as need burns through me. His girth splays me, and his hips rock against mine. His hands grip my hips tightly. He has me on the threshold of climax, and I’m nearly tipping over the edge.

The storm behind his deep ocean-blue eye rages, and the violet haze in his right eye churns with a flame as if it were between the heat of a fire. I dip my head back in pleasure as his tongue licks my sensitive throat, and our hips move in a synchronized rhythm.

We are one.

Chapter 1

The Evening Shift

Before

As I peer out the window over the tall, old buildings of Trennia—a small town named after the mountains the area is famous for—the sun hangs low in the sky. Nightfall is just moments away.

I’m on the evening shift, in charge of closing the coffee shop and counting the change in the cash register. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t consider it a big deal and no cause to fret. However, the problem arises when I take into consideration the neighborhood’s dark corners while my car is in the repair shop.

After purchasing a used vehicle, thinking I’d be saving my hard-earned cash, I came to learn the true price after such a decision. The useless heap broke down on me after three months and turned out to be a worthless piece of junk.

Talia. My boss calls as she approaches me.

Looking up from wiping the crumbs off the coffee tables, I’m greeted by her bleached blond hair framing her round face in a short bob. She stands before me, holding a white envelope, her manicured nails facing me.

I’ll need you to deposit this for the shop, she says, holding the envelope out toward me. The bank is just a few blocks away. Would you do that for me? I have to run out early.

Pondering it for a moment, I purse my lips in thought. The rag becomes slack in my grip, and I straighten. Should I do this as a favor? Walk out there... alone? Sure, it would make me look good in her eyes and possibly edge me closer to a raise or, even better, a promotion.

Fine.

Sure, I reply, breaking my resolve. I smile tight-lipped as I take the envelope.

Great. I can always count on you, Talia. She returns my smile, her lips stained red with her bright lipstick. She clicks away on her four-inch heels, the tube skirt pressing the ever-living crap out of her legs.

Yeah, great, I mutter to myself.

After a few hours of late-night customers asking for cups of tea or ‘whatever that brown cake is’, I close up the shop. Quickly locking the windows and bringing down the blinds, I ensure all the seats are tucked in and the floors are swept clean. Finally, I can leave. Well, leave to make the damn deposit.

Shivering as I step into the crisp night air, a breeze wafts through my thin cardigan wrapped tightly around me. The temperature usually drops around this time, but tonight is one of the coldest. I huff and look up at the half-lit moon overhead, its luminance the only thing lighting the path as most of the streetlamps are dead or barely working.

Just get to the bank, then you can kiss your pillow hello, I mutter, tugging the master lock on the gate to the shop, making sure it’s secured. Stepping to the side, I pull out my phone and then scroll through my contacts to find who I’m looking for—Javon, my boyfriend of a year. I press call and hold the phone to my ear, peering around my surroundings. The line rings four times, and with each tone, I grow nervous, biting the inside of my lip.

Hello? he answers in his usual gruff voice.

Sighing, a weight lifts off my shoulders, and I push off the closed shop.

Javon promised he’d pick me up from work today since it’s the first evening shift I’ve picked up at this location. We’d met at this very shop before I got the job. He’d easily swooned me with his charm and his breathtaking smile. Javon treated me like a princess when we first started going out together, but as our intimacy grew, the more distant he became.

It’s as though he’s grown tired of me with how little effort he puts into our relationship compared to before. He doesn’t call to check up on me, nor does he stop by with flowers to brighten up my day as he once had. All he ever looks for when we meet is our intimate moments, our heated skin beneath the sheets. The notion hurts, to say the least.

Hey... I drawl out. You said you’d be here at 9:15, and it’s already 9:30. Where are you? I press my back against the brick wall beside the coffee shop, regretting closing up before knowing if I'd have a safe ride to the places I need to go.

I’m sorry, babe, something came up. Sorry I didn’t tell you… my fault. He sighs heavily, and my heart drops.

Javon works at the local museum as the leading supervisor of the exquisite inventory. He’s tasked with looking after the valuable art pieces, therefore, unexpected meetings or events are common and bound to happen. What breaks my heart is the fact that I told him of my situation ahead of time, and he seems to have forgotten or simply brushed it aside.

Struggling to harbor my anger, I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingertips and suck in a breath to speak.

Well, I’m alone, and I need to go to the bank to deposit a check. I huff angrily. Stay on the phone, please. It’ll at least help me stay calm. Chewing on my bottom lip, I walk forward, unsure of my surroundings.

Every dark corner brings out an ominous vibe with the way shadows dance off the walls. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, making my fingers clammy.

I can’t, sweetheart. I have to go now, he says, much to my dismay.

No. Javon, please. I beg, my heart sinking. I need you on the phone. Don’t—

The sound of the line going dead cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. My lip trembles with frustration, and my heart shatters with disappointment. Locking my phone, I shove it roughly into my purse. I’m alone, in the dark, holding a check with my life on it.

Amazing.

Balling my hands into fists, I grumble to myself about all I've sacrificed for that man, all I’ve done for him. I’m reminded of the days when I’d skip out hanging out with my best friend, Olivia, just to see him. I always prioritize him. I’d complete a task for him, do him a favor if he asked. I sacrificed my time and energy for him. All I ever ask is for the same in return.

Tonight, he knew I was working the late shift and is fully aware of how unsafe I feel wandering these streets after sunset, no matter the location. I can’t stand walking alone. I always fear being grabbed off the street with the growing crime rate in town. Just last week, a robbery was reported downtown, not too far from the cafe’s location. I’m barely five foot six and have no training in self-defense. I’m hopeless out here without a partner.

What a joke of a man. Seriously? I grumble.

Wrinkling my nose as I walk past the alleyway next to the closed pizzeria, the pungent stench of the garbage from the alley burns my nose.

What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone? A raspy voice behind me causes me to gasp and pivot to face the source.

O-Oh! I put on a brave face, straightening my shoulders and settling my lips into a thin line. A tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a black hoodie towers over me, a wide grin plastered on his face.

I’m not alone. I scoff, reaching for the keys in my bag as discreetly as possible.

You’re not? The man walks at a steady pace beside me, his overgrown brown hair falling over his forehead. His dark eyes scan the street around us. I don’t see anyone else, doll face.

I’m meeting up with my boyfriend, and he knows my location. So, no, I’m not alone. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have places to be. Clenching my fists, I try to hide the fact that they’re quivering as fear settles into my gut.

I remember countless lessons and pieces of advice from my mother and my cousins, as well as magazines. They always gave me the same advice—grab a weapon and always stay calm and composed, and it’ll drive your attacker away.

Oh, how sweet. I’ll walk with you. We seem to be heading in the same direction.

His arm wraps around my waist, making me shudder with discomfort as he pulls me closer to him. The strong smell of alcohol and tobacco is evident in his clothing, and it takes everything within me not to gag.

Planting my palms against his chest, I shove, but my reaction only seems to please him. A grin spreads across his face, and his eyes darken with malice.

Now, baby girl, we’re only walking. Nothing to fear. His face comes inches from mine as his arms wrap around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides.

My stomach drops when he presses himself against me, and my stomach churns with bile when I feel his erection at my hip.

Get off me! I shout, curling my fists and striking his chest.

My heart lodges into my throat when his lips trail my skin hungrily. His disgusting body odor and alcoholic stench infiltrate my nose. As he drags me into the alleyway ahead, I fight with everything I have. I drag my knee into his stomach and claw at his face, to no avail. He only becomes more aggressive with his advances.

Dear Lord, no. My breath hitches, and my mind blanks with the possibilities of what could happen in just a few moments. He could force himself on me, then leave me a broken mess on the ground. Or he could do worse, use me as he pleases, then murder me and discard my life in this alleyway.

Taking a shuddering breath in, my knee makes contact with his groin, and he cries out in pain. His grip on me slackens, allowing me the opportunity to escape his hold. Pushing with all my might, he stumbles back from me, and I make a run for it. Just as I about regain my senses to shout for help, he grabs me from behind. My assailant fists my hair, making my scalp burn and causing me to cry out.

Now, now, you rat. Why don’t you ease up? I just want to have some fun with you. He presses something cold against the side of my neck, the sharp metallic end piercing my skin, and I freeze.

He has a blade.

No! I shout.

He shoves his hand under my blouse, ripping the fabric, and fondles my breast through my bra. He groans with pleasure as I struggle against his grip, and he grinds his erection against my back. Crying, my hands claw and scratch at his wrists, trying to get away from the blade so close to my skin.

A rustle draws my attention and a gust of wind breezes through the alleyway unnaturally. Just as I feel as though I might shut down and retreat into the back of my mind, the man is ripped from me. With nothing to hold me upright since my body has become slack, I fall forward and land on my arms. The hard concrete below scrapes my arms painfully.

What the— I hear the broken voice of my attacker mutter.

As I lie on the ground, my body falls into the tight grips of shock.

Is this the end for me?

My chest tightens as a sob is trapped in my throat. The shuffling a few feet away is completely blurred and distorted as tears stream down my cheeks.

What are you? my attacker shouts, bewildered and frightened.

Burn in hell. Another voice rumbles, sounding like velvet. Aggression and anger lace the words as the smooth tone caresses my skin. A bright blinding light fills the alleyway, causing me to hide my face in my elbow.

Rising to my feet, I stumble from the alleyway, sobs tearing at my chest, and my head feels so tight, as though it might explode.

Seriously, is this how I go? Never having experienced what it feels like to be loved? Leave this earth violated and alone?

Please, Lord, no. Give me strength. I whimper, my voice coming out in broken sobs and heaves.

A hand grips my biceps, pivoting me on my heels, and I shout in utter terror.

Hey, you’re okay, says a comforting voice.

It’s then that I realize it’s the same voice from before, so gentle and sweet.

No. Let go of me! I sob and push the warm hands away, my vision blurred and distorted, from either my tears or the sudden bright light, maybe both.

You’re alright now. He's gone. I won't hurt you.

The most intense blue eyes gaze into mine, and I suck in a sharp breath.

This stranger is unlike anything I’ve ever laid eyes on.

He’s breathtakingly handsome.

Chapter 2

Storm Behind Those Eyes

As I gape at the man crouched before me, his intense blue eyes glow vibrantly with concern. He’s handsome, almost too attractive to look at as he appears to glow. His dark complexion is flawless, and the silky coils atop his head are styled neatly and appear soft. His attire comprises a leather jacket, dark slacks to match, and a polo shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing his smooth chest.

Breaking our gaze, behind him the alleyway appears empty, startling me. Looking up at the stranger with utter bewilderment, my brain struggles to comprehend the situation and find sense. My attacker is gone, almost as if he disappeared into thin air.

Wh-Where did he go? I croak, and a thick ball forms in my throat from worry.

The stranger places his hands beneath my arms, and he helps me to my feet. Gripping his muscular arms, I struggle to find my footing, but his hands on my hips steady me.

My gaze remains fixated on the alleyway as my fingers tremble. The stranger’s warm fingers come under my chin, tilting it, so I gaze up at him instead. A frown deepens his flawless face, and the urge to touch his skin and feel if it’s as smooth as it appears surfaces within me.

Don’t worry about that disgraceful soul. His voice is firm, making my stomach flutter with the darkened look in his eyes. It’s as if he’s infuriated this happened, acting as if he could have prevented it. He had it coming for touching you.

Involuntarily stepping closer to him, my freezing skin finds warmth and comfort in him. His gaze softens as he takes in my expression, handling me as if I were fragile. My lips part with silent appreciation, and in his arms, I feel safe as can be. With a shattered heart, I can’t comprehend why I feel this way toward this stranger. Regardless, I know one thing. He saved me from my attacker when I’d lost all hope.

Where did you come from? I mean, I saw no one else? We were alone, and he was… I trail off, a sob catching in my throat. I press my fingers to my lips. Every sentence uttered is broken as I struggle to make sense of my thoughts.

Shh, he murmurs, pulling me into his embrace. You’re alright now. Take a moment to catch your breath.

Nestled to his chest, I soak in his scent and breathe it in deeply. His clothing is freshly washed, but his cologne mixed in with his natural aroma of peppermint and sage creates a sultry scent, I could bask in for days. His hand comes up behind my head to stroke my hair, and my fingers grip his jacket. The stranger allows me to sob into his chest, and I break. He gives me a minute to compose myself.

I peer up at his bright blue eyes in disbelief. Is he truly here? Or have I already descended through the fabrics of heaven?

Is your home far from here? Is there someone we can call for you? He brushes a strand of my hair from my face, and as his fingertips make contact with my skin, I lean into his touch.

No. I clear my throat, blinking back the haze. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s a complete stranger and could be plotting to kill me.

The surrounding streets are empty, the sidewalk only illuminated by a single streetlight. He could very well take advantage of the situation as he pleases.

I can take care of myself now. I push back against his firm chest. Thank you for your help.

He releases me without another word. As I take a step back, my knees tremble, and I nearly fall over as if I