A Cruel Angel's Thesis Lyrics English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said. “Angel, you are killing me. I won’t deny the clothes you are wearing make my mouth water, but I wanted you when you wore that sweatshirt and those horrible mom jeans the first night we met. Nothing can take your beauty away. Do you know why I call you angel?” he asked. Zane had never thought he would tell her this, but if this was what she needed, he would give it to her. She shook her head. “I call you angel because that was what I thought you were the first time I saw you,” he told her and kissed her. He could feel she still was reluctant to accept the simple fact. And he remembered anytime they had eaten together, and she had turned down dessert, every time he had offered her a

I growl with each lethal blow I deliver. “Mine. She is mine. My mate. My fallen angel. My girl. My woman. And you dared touch her! You fucking dared mark her! You dared to claim what belongs to me!” I slam his head against the floor continuously. He gasps, coughing blood. I press my forearm across his throat as my hand curls into a fist again, my bloodied knuckles about to connect with his bloody face again, but… “No, Cassian…!” I hear Angel’s voice somewhere behind me. It trembles with panic.

, Kyle completed with a small smile. The older nodded before he cried out, "I-I don't like girls! I hate the princess and would never sing for her! I don't want to. Kyle, he doesn't understand. He thinks I-I have some kind of disease like I am wrong for liking a boy". Kyle felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest at the older's broken sobs. It did seem weird to feel that way when you just met them a few moments ago, especially to the twelve-year-old demon who never faced the world like that. He extended his other hand and wiped the tears off the angel's face.

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision and threatening to cascade down my cheeks. He was just as eager as if he had been waiting for this moment too. As I leaned over him, my arms wrapped around him tightly, and the tears that had pooled in my eyes finally spilled over, tracing wet trails down my cheeks. My sobs echoed in my ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen over everyone else in the room. I am sure that they must be enjoying our pain because they are all nothing but sadistic. I don't believe in humanity anymore. "How are you, Angel, and why did you come here? It is not safe for you," he said in between his cries, his voice breaking low but I could hear him clearly.

“But that’s not possible, your grace. We have tried and failed before. Destiny has spoken. Lucifer forfeited his happiness when he fell. You tied her destiny to his without consequence. Lucifer’s sins are her sins, and her madness cannot be remedied.” The Creator’s form leans close to my broken one. “But there is a way for her to be unbound. She can become human.” The angel flinches back with shock, his steps faltering. “But how? It’s not possible. Angels cannot become humans.” I flinch at every word as my anger, and jumbled thoughts threaten to choke me. I look at the angel as he continues to argue with The Creator, but I can no longer hear a word. All I can hear is a loud ringing in my ear

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

A sound tore from my throat—something raw and inhuman that made the guests shudder. “Vin… cenzo…” My eyes turned bloodshot, and my voice trembled in anger. “I’ll make you pay for this… in blood!” “Rachel’s body is with me,” Vincenzo smiled. “A few of my men have certain interests. I suggest you stay calm. Otherwise–” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the unspoken threat was far worse. “You wouldn’t dare!” I roared. Vincenzo said nothing in reply, so I broke first. As I broke down, I choked out, “Give her body back to me…”

I gasped deeply for air and coughed my lungs out, hoping I'd still live from the aftermath. Angel crouched to my level and his hand had dug into my hair gripping it tightly. He tilted my head back so that I looked into his eyes. "I swear I'm going to make you pay for every pain you caused me. To the very last drop of pain Thea. You're going to suffer just like I've suffered. I'll make your life detestful to live. I swear it, you'd regret your very existence." He swore to me and released me forcefully.

Crueler. “Then go,” he said lightly. “The door’s behind you.” Damn it. I hated where I stood. But without him, I was trapped. There was no other way out. I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride whole. “Aaron,” I whispered. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. I don’t have a choice.” He crossed his arms, leaning back, studying me. “Funny,” he said coldly. “Angela Jones. Once untouchable. Now sitting in front of me, begging.”