Angels Cried Novels & Stories

Maynard Hansen planned a luxury birthday cruise for Darlene Thompson, but the cruise ship capsized when a violent storm swept in without warning. Without hesitation, Maynard gave the last seat on the lifeboat to Darlene. As I struggled in the water, my son, Waldo Hansen—whom I carried for nine months and gave birth to—cried out, "Don't let Mom up! She'll push Ms. Thompson off." Clutching nothing but a broken plank, I somehow made it to shore. By the time I collapsed on the sand, I was frozen, exhausted, and done. I had never felt so alone. Shortly after, I found myself clutching a diagnosis of severe depression in my hand. I was ready to bring this wretched life to a quiet end. But when my husband and son realized I truly didn't want to live anymore, they collapsed into tears. They wrapped their arms around me as they sobbed, "Please don't leave us. We really can't live without you."

Viviana Bellini was a free spirit who loved unconditionally and thought she had found her prince charming who was a mafia until he slept with her supposed best friend and cast her away, now that she is betrayed she swears to return and get her revenge but on reaching her home, she finds out that she had been arranged to a cold mafia don. But instead of staying in the house like the good wife her father wanted her to be, Viviana decided to go into the wild. Raffaele Conte was a man who was cold, calm and a silent assassin who could get blood on his face without even batting an eyelash, he never smiled and he never cried, people called him the cold sculpture until he met Viviana who seemed to show him another color that is not black. But Viviana is not all that meets the eyes and Raffaele has his own secrets. Would these two people navigate into a love unquenchable when the secret is revealed? Or will their various quests tear them apart and make them enemies?

His teeth sank into my neck, and I cried out, biting back just as he said, but it didn’t hurt like I thought it was, it was euphoric in a way, dangerously good as I moaned. He hadn’t broken through my skin, but I could tell that bite was different, that something had been left and I knew the faint ring of teeth markings wasn’t going to fade any time soon. Now the two other brothers were waiting to do the same. My body trembling, already in ecstasy, how was I going to take all three of them? Ellie was wealthy, but her father never gave her a single display of affection. Until her path crossed with the Sined brothers. Werewolves and vampires were part of dark stories in Ellie’s mind, until she meets not one, not two, but three werewolves, and a very powerful vampire. What makes things more complicated? They all want her for themselves. The Four Sides of Desire is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Everyone knows me as the "Defect" — the only wolfless female in the Blood Moon Pack. But when my father's gambling debts threatened to destroy us, I had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. Alpha Kade paid the five million dollars, but the price was me. The arrangement is both simple and twisted: during the day, I am his invisible servant scrubbing the floors while he ignores me. But by nighttime, I am forced into his bed. He claims only to need me as a human sedative for his insomnia, though he insists on holding me tight while denying me his heart. The line between hate and desire begins to blur. But just as the ruthless Alpha begins to fall for his "useless" bedwarmer, I discover a secret that will remove me from his life forever. Years later, I have returned — no longer weak, no longer without the wolf. Kade has sought me out, but he previously broke me. Will he collect me again, or will I cause him to suffer for every tear I cried?

I took a blow to the head to protect my best friend Samantha Lane from the most popular girl in school. It almost got me expelled. Then Samantha turned around and sold me out completely, her voice dripping with sweetness as she sucked up to the girl who'd bullied her. "Cassandra Jones is a raging psycho. If she hadn't stuck her nose where it didn't belong, I would've been in your group ages ago." The next day, Samantha cried on camera during an interview. She twisted the story of me taking a beating for her into some sick power trip I'd been running on her. By the time it spread, the whole school had turned against me, and I was getting torn apart online. I stared at the screen, watching the two of them play best friends like nothing had happened. Then I calmly picked up my phone and called my older brother, the richest man in Hartwell City's elite social circle. "Hey, I'm done playing broke."

When Bella, my mate's first love, begged for my help, claiming her mother was gravely injured, I didn't hesitate. As the pack's Luna, I grabbed my medical kit and ran. But I arrived to find her sobbing over a corpse. Bella pointed a trembling, accusing finger at me. "My mother is dead because you were too slow!" Before I could explain, she cried out to the dark woods. "Ethan, did you see? Your Luna just stood by and let my mother die!" My mate, Alpha Ethan, emerged from the shadows, his face a mask of cold fury. He snarled, declaring me unfit to be his Luna. Now, he's forcing me into a brutal trial to prove my worth. He's even broadcasting the trial, taking live bets from werewolves across the globe on whether I'll survive. But he doesn't know the truth: Bella has already rigged the trial. The moment I step inside, I'm walking into a deathtrap.

“Are you enjoying it? This was supposed to be punishment, Evelyn,” the Alpha King sneered coldly as he thrusted into me. “It seemed my brother never satisfied you. Maybe he’s impotent. He didn't even mark you before he died, did he?” I clamped a hand over my mouth, biting down on my lower lip to stifle the shameful sounds threatening to escape. But when I stayed silent, his movement grew harsher. He pinned my arms, yanked my hair, and bit hard into my shoulder. “I told you not to suppress your sounds,” he growled. I cried out. *** Evelyn’s world shattered the day her husband—the crown prince—was killed. Stripped of her title and pride, she was forced to serve the new Alpha King: her late husband’s half-brother and the usurper of the throne. By day, she was his maid. By night, his obedient pet. Their bond was meant to be filled with bitterness, pain, and resentment. But fate had other plans. The Moon Goddess bound them with something neither of them could escape… nor deny.

My CEO husband, Clayton Lockwood, was convinced I was a gold digger. Every time he went to comfort his first love during her depressive episodes, he would buy me a limited-edition bag. After half a year of marriage, my walk-in closet was filled with them. After giving ninety-nine bags, he noticed I had changed. I no longer cried my heart out or argued until I was hoarse when he visited his first love. I also did not brave the storm and cross the city anymore just because he said he wanted to see me. I only asked him for a rosary for our unborn child. When I mentioned our child, Clayton’s gaze softened. “Once Ruby’s condition improves, we’ll go to the hospital for a checkup first, then get a rosary.” I obediently agreed. Little did he know that I had a miscarriage ten days earlier. I had also prepared a divorce agreement that was ready for his signature.

The night before the World Cup, Reid Callister made a post on social media. In the photo, he wore a Portugal jersey and was smiling at the woman beside him. He had written something sweet: [Officially done with Argentina. It's all Ronaldo from here.] Our mutual friends all went quiet. Everyone knew that the night Argentina won the championship four years ago, he had cried in my arms until dawn. That was also the night he slipped a ring onto my finger. He said, "Messi got his fairy tale. Let's go get ours." Someone in the comments section asked what happened to his Messi obsession. He replied, "I was young and stupid back then. Now, I know who's worth rooting for." I stared at the post for a long time. I did not comment. I just set down the divorce papers on the coffee table. Before I left for my flight, I tucked the ring into the pocket of his blue-and-white jersey. This time, I would not be watching the game with him.

I had lost count of how many times Aaron and I had dissolved our mate bond. He always said it was temporary. Vivian was the only she-wolf from Blackridge Pack who had made it into Hollywood. Her father had died saving Aaron during a rogue ambush. From then on, Aaron treated Vivian like a debt he could never repay, and I became the easiest thing to sacrifice for that debt. Whenever Vivian returned, Aaron took me to the Bonding Hall and dissolved our bond. Whenever she left, he came back and let the elders write our names into the bond ledger again. In Blackridge Pack, Aaron could take me to the Bonding Hall, dissolve our sanctioned bond, and come back for me when Vivian no longer needed him. At first, I cried and begged. Later, I learned to pack quietly, sign quietly, and hand back the Luna position along with whatever tenderness he had left for me. But this time, when Aaron waited at the Bonding Hall to renew our mate bond, I never came.