Broken Angels Novel Novelas e Histórias

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

With a snarl Cain launched himself toward the feathered terror, at the same moment I reached Verity’s side; her eyes glued to the fight, never leaving Cain. Cain ripped and tore at the angel, who looked positively gleeful the entire time. His fist flying it plowed into the iridescent skin of heaven’s fallen. A tear opened up on Kokabiel’s face, blood dripping down his cheek making a slash of red. His lips curved in a smile he returned as good as he got, both of them bloody and bruised. Verity beside me shaking, but not with terror, with rage. Cain, according to the Bible, is immortal. Unable to be killed or harmed and under God’s protection, he was the only one guaranteed to leave this battl

As I looked into Angel's eyes, I saw a reflection of the love that was never there, and the pain of a shattered dream. In that moment, I realized that my search for happiness had taken me down a treacherous path, one where secrets and lies were the foundation of our crumbling relationship. It was a tangled As the heavy silence hung in the air, a faint noise from outside broke the stillness. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Moments later, the front door swung open, revealing Bianca, her eyes filled with concern and remorse. Angel glared at us and walked away.

I never thought Eric would humiliate me with such filthy words. My mind buzzed and went blank. How could he be that cruel? I gave him all my love, but to him, I was just a toy. Worse, I was just one in a long line of women he had discarded. I had suspected he did not love me as much as I loved him, but I never imagined the truth would be this ugly. I walked away devastated as a sudden downpour drenched the city. I was heartbroken again, but this time, I wouldn't grovel. I wouldn't drown my sorrows in alcohol or wallow in misery. A scum like him did not deserve a single tear of mine.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

" We are both the only ones who can change something. A silence fell in the room. The world was still falling apart by the rain outside. I had a slight suspicion that the fury in the heavens would not pass for a long time, especially with the most powerful archangel in heaven, the angel of death, receiving shelter by the queen of demons. God should be furious. During those seconds when no conversation seemed worthy of being started, I noticed that Miguel was deliberately avoiding looking into my eyes. Now he was looking at the marks on his hands, certainly remembering the horrors of his punishment.

His cheeks were pale white, like he never had that rosy dust. Lucas could see the arms bandaged, his feet were covered in white too. He dragged his chair near the bed and put his face on the bed near Liam's hand, hooking their pinky fingers; he kept starring at the angelic face until he fell asleep. Liam opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He looked around, it wasn’t their home. Where was he? He could hear faint beep but at the moment his brain was overwhelmed. There was a particular stench of antiseptics and the room with all white walls.

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

My book boyfriend. I had even gotten my stele and ruins ready. "But I like that girl." Wearing a smug look, Kabir sat opposite to me. "Some guts she has to tear your book and not even saying sorry." "She killed my boyfriend." I pinned him with my glare. "By the angels, she killed him." "I'm alive, bookworm." He passed his gaze through the tissue balls grazing his new apartment floor, frowning. "You make too much mess some days."