Angel With Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

, I told her softly and she breathed in like five times, her eyes starting to water. “Other people looked on like it was the most normal thing in the world, Xander”, her voice broke as she spoke and that broke my heart further. “What if you were not there? What if it was just Chelse and I? I’d have been taken advantage of. The worst could have happened”, her voice broke and she started crying again. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, angel. I’m sorry”, I kept repeating how sorry I was while plotting how to end that bastard in my head.

Janet gave me a teasing smile and I sighed. "He's so sweet by playing the piano and sing.. I never thought he has a good voice." Angel said. "His eyes were so glued to you and it's like he means every word that he sings" "I wish he would stop and just let me go.” "I don't think he will." Angel shook her head. "I hate him.” "Oh Rose we all know that you don't hate him.” Janet smirked. "He kept breaking my heart.” "Have you talk to him?" Angel asked and I shook my head.”

Leah praised the woman, still feeling his gaze on her. "The one I am wearing right now?" Angela gripped her chain and showed to Leah, smiling brightly. "That's my favorite too. Thank you," Angela replied bashfully. "Who knew a broken heart could look this beautiful?" Leah complimented while admiring the half heart in her chain. "No..No..It's not broken. It's just incomplete. Esparar means hope in spanish. The collection celebrate the hearts that are incomplete and are hoping to unite with the love of their lives," Angela explained passionately to the couple. Her sweet angelic voice vibrating with hope. Whereas the couple looked impressed, Nikaulas clenched his jaw. He knew very well what Ang

Claire turned and looked at Arsen, who had been staring at her intently the whole time. “Because after that, they will improve themselves, just as those red leaves will fall, replaced by a new, more mature and stronger spirit,” Claire continued with a faint smile on her lips. Arsen was stunned by her words. He immediately recalled how his father had treated him all this time, causing his eyes to well up with tears without him realizing it. “Believe me, no matter how great a person’s mistakes may be, they will change for the better with God’s intervention. Life is beautiful if we view it with an open and objective mind,” Claire continued, causing a single tear to roll down Arsen’s cheek uncon

“You don’t know him.” “Don’t I?” She laughed, a short, sharp sound that held no warmth. “I know his type. Rich, powerful, broken. They think their trauma gives them a pass to treat everyone else like garbage. He was never going to love you Angel. You were a project. A pet. A pretty little butterfly he could keep in a gilded cage until he got bored.”

“You saw me as weak, and I…” “I am always going to be a hundred times stronger than you are, Eleanor.” I said, stopping her. “But that doesn’t mean, not for a second, that you are weak. Yes, you are hurt, you were broken, and I know for fucking fact that the man tore you apart more than anyone should have ever dealt with. But you have the heart of an angel, and just like one word can make you smile, a thousand others can make you cry.” “Get out,”

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.