The Fallen Angel

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii*   AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be taken after their final breath. Karma is the key to either of the place. These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to

Some people live so deep into our hearts that they don't have to be physically present to let us know that they are always there when we need them.    — Mehak Gupta *Magic Shop plays in bg*Lying on the floor, Kyle stroked Asa's back, absorbed deep into his thoughts. He remembered each detail of older's face when he saw him for the first time. He hummed diverting all his attention to the older who tapped his shoulder with a gesture to let him up. As the two adults sat up, Asa rested his head on the younger's shoulder, sitting side by side. He sighed before speaking, "What should we do now? Do you think these people will suspect anything?".   "First thing first, we need to check upon Jamie and Vantae. Also, you know that whatever Tae was saying about the girl is true. He couldn't have survived that kind of torment on his own, plus there are moments in the past when you were

Lights will guide you home. And ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you~ My favorite lines from the song Fix You. I wish someone said this to me. (sighs) I guess I have to fix myself and the story. ^_~ **plays Fix You by Coldplay/ remake by BTS**   Mr. and Mrs. Jones smiled at the young boy who busily moved in the kitchen from side to side. Asa cracked eggs in the pan while handling the bacon in another. His movements looked smooth and effortless even though he was currently multitasking. Mrs. Jones was sitting on the patio, enjoying the morning breeze when Asa came down. He asked for the mother-like lady to help him to arrange the ingredients. She wanted to help him, but the boy told her to sit back and enjoy his cooking. Losing the sense of presence around him, he started humming to a song sweetly.    Flipping the eggs expertly, he shouted, "Kyle, wake up! Wake the boys too". Mrs. Jones smiled a

Having a broken heart around you is a blessing. A person with broken pieces always knows how that feels. They always try and protect hearts. If you have someone like that in your life, keep them at all costs. ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) — Mehak Gupta *plays Echo in the bg* ~~~ × ~~~   "Scar! Wake up, you sleepyhead!" Vantae whispered, poking Scarlet's cheek. The girl fell asleep after the first quarter of their Photography class. Unmistakably, the history of the displayed photo was boring, but she could be in trouble if the teacher saw. Vantae would love to tell what the photograph was, except he forgot the name. He was busy staring at Scarlet, SO YEAH!. Her glasses were on his face as he sneaked glances at her. He didn't want her to struggle for the fact that she could have broken them in her sleep. Though he discovered that the lens was neutral, which meant s

Nathan shited back, trying to block any touches. Nathan screamed, tears rolling down his eyes, "STOP! PLEASE! Please, don't hurt me. Please, it hurts so much." Mrs. Jones hurried towards the other side of the bed to catch the falling boy just in time. The mother supported, embracing the panicked boy, who cried hysterically. Timothy spoke angrily, "Can't you see you are scaring him? Don't touch him." Mrs. Jones smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for his rude behavior. Please, let this kid calm down before you do any checkups." The male intern sighed defeatedly. They couldn't use anesthetics since Nathan was still underage. Nathan fisted the mother's cardigan, sobbing into her shoulder, "E-Eomma, why d-does she h-hurt me like t-that? P-Please, take m-me with you." Mrs. Jones rubbed his back gently, speaking equally soft, "No one will ever hurt you, sweetheart. I'll make sure they pay tenfolds of what they have done to you."