Angels Cried Novels & Stories

“Jace!” Angela cried out loudly. The twins, hearing her crying voice, screamed at the top of their voices. The men yanked open the doors, pulling them out of the cab. Angela's nieces screamed as they were dragged away, their tiny hands torn from Angela's grasp. “No…no…please!” Angela cried trying her best to take back her nieces, but her strength is nothing compared to the powerful grip pulling them away. “Angela!” “Angela!” The twins chorused in fear kicking and struggling to be free, but their little hands and legs did zero damage to their enemies.

The hollow click rang out, and both boys flinched so hard it looked like they’d been hit. Scott let out a mocking laugh. “Jesus Christ, listen to you two. You want to be Made someday? Man the fuck up. You’re whining over what? A few good nights? You had your fun, and now you’re crying because it’s over. Get over it.” Angelo’s sobs were uncontrollable, his face pale as he turned toward me, his wide, tear-filled eyes pleading. He shook his head violently, his lips moving silently. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.”

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

In truth, I didn't even know her, when it comes right down to it. "Boys, boys, boys. Such troublesome fellows. Still worth the trouble sometimes." I winked at her, as she gave a sincere, honest to God laugh. It sounded like the angel's bells, too melodious to ignore, too beautiful to be overlooked. She had a singing laugh, like it was the most natural thing in the universe. I'd only heard her sing once, and she didn't see me. After I heard her sing at 1am with her heart and soul, I went back to my room and cried, all the bottled emotions, rising to the surface. I cried for the family I lost, the friends I'd never have, the normal life I crave but never could get. I cried for the unemotional

while still holding the card that he gave me and he left. Darling went to me and she is crying because of Angel’s death. She hugs me and “I can’t believe that Angel is dead now,” She said while still crying. I tapped her back to comfort her because I feel the pain that she is feeling right now. Angel is my friend too and I am also hurting for what happened to her.

Salvation near if only they would see her. Her crawling, desperate to see their faces, only to be met with the impossible sight of their wings folding in to cover their backs. The upturned underside of heels and toes as they kneeled. Crawling again. The angels turning again. Their mumbled prayers missing her ears. Their abandonment of her unmistakable and harrowing. And Harrow.

He wanted everyone to die because his angel was taken from him. The anger soon turned to tears as he cried into her pillow. His pain tearing him apart as he cried for his Angel. He didn’t know what to do, he felt so lost. He had no idea where they where and no scent to go on. He couldn’t find them. Avalon placed a hand on his back causing him to sit up quickly. She looked at him, tears in her own eyes. He knew she felt this was her fault. He cleared his tears as he held her close rubbing her back as she death gripped him.

What greeted us was a torrential storm with raindrops thick enough to resemble shards of glass or slivers of wood. I remember, when I was young and we’d have storms like that. My aunt Lily would say that the angels were crying. I chose to believe that’s what was happening. The angels were feeling Max’s loss and were crying tears of remorse. I know that it was my loss too, but, since I’d never set foot in the house, all I felt was the sorrow of not having an alternate place to move into. Without his house, we’d be forced to reside at mine with Evan and Angela.

When I got down the stairs and went outside, there stood Angel sobbing. I gently stood behind her and patted her back. “Hey,” I said. She turned to me with her eyes wide. And then she wiped her tears. “What are you doing here? Can you leave me alone?” “Are you mad about what Jade said to you? You don't need to mind her she was just messing with you.” “i don't care,” Angel said with thick tears rolling down her cheek. “If you truly don't care you wouldn't be crying. Angel talk to me.”

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.