Lips of an Angel

Level In relationships from long ago to relationships today, men may call their wives, girlfriends, or mistresses names such as: angel, baby or they may compare them to some of nature’s pure beauties. William Shakespeare supports in Sonnet 130 about insane similes most commonly used in relationships, when men compare their wives,girlfriends, and mistresses to angels, flowers, or any beautiful features of nature. Shakespeare is only being harshly honest to compare his mistress imperfections to some

reality of their distorted world. The most prominent example being the second news segment which shows “a close shot of a prisoner, with a stubbled and dirty face, flanked by two Angels in their neat black uniforms” (82). Even within the first image it is clear the rebels are to be thought of as unhygienic whereas the Angels are clean and well put together, representing someone to be proud of. Gilead choses this juxtaposition for two reasons, the first being for viewers to associate a sense of disgust

A clanging sound from the bunker's kitchen awoke Dean from his slumber. He and Cas had gotten Sammy back a few days ago and they had collectively decided to take sometime to regroup. Dean rubbed his eyes roughly with the backs of his hands and practically rolled out of bed. He sleepily adjusted his pajamas, which consisted of a loose ACDC T-shirt and some plaid pajama pants, and stumbled out of his room and into the hallway. Looking in to the Sammy's room and seeing him eagle spread, taking up

“You’re no friggin’ angel,” Alex surged ahead. “You’re no more of an angel than one of these damn things that burnt up in here. In fact, I bet you’re more—” “So, I see somebody’s feeling better,” Lyanna said, raising her voice and cutting off Alex as she and Cera entered the drawing-room.

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention

“Hello, Angel. You're looking beautiful as always,” Angelo greets me the second I walk through the door. He hides his hands within his trouser pockets as he says, “Is that another dress your boss bought you?” while gesturing towards me with his head. Stunned by his observations and his memory of my dresses, it takes me a moment to reply. “Yes, it is as a matter of fact,” I say, flattening out the invisible wrinkles in my dress. “It's a lot like the one you wore to your audition, isn't it?” “It's

demand so much with so little? Changmin was caught very much in his web of charms; just like a fly caught by the spider. The more he struggled the more he found himself unable to fly away. The strong hands that held his own body so close and the lips that brushed over his skin ever so lightly. Melting, Changmin was melting in his arms like putty. "You belong to me." Those words were spoken in a whisper, "I belong to you." Those words touched Changmin's already squeezed heart. Opening his eyes and

was a confusing topic for the hunter, questioning the subject of the matter for himself on many more than one occasion. On a cool Sunday afternoon, the wetlands has a serene feeling floating around them like busy bees. Cas frowns, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in deep thought. A light breeze whispers through the air, and Dean lets out a small sigh along with it. "I'm not sure, Cas." And he wasn't. Well, not really. He was sure had heard of this kind of thing before, not sure where, but

home and take care of the kids just as they did during the Victorian Era. For example when a woman was asked a question or the women wanted to state their opinion their words were considered dishonest or distrusting. First, In The Man With the Twisted-lip as Mrs. St. Claire explains, “Oh, you must not discourage me, Mr. Holmes. I know that all is well with him. There is so keen sympathy between us that I should know if evil came upon him” (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 105). When Holmes told Mrs. St. Claire

My mind was blank when those words let his lips, I could understand anything that was going on so to sum up everything going on in my life at the moment, I have been kidnapped by Virgil Sparadason one of the Most one people in the other world, I am stuck in a various portal being chased by my crush, who I shouldn't have feelings for, and my soul bound guardian who is terrible at his job...I sighed to myself as I looked around the place, we were in front of an enormous church and it was breathtaking