Broken Angels Novel Novels & Stories

The shards embedded on her soles pierced every step that she took. Cent stopped in her tracks when she reached the end of her supposed balcony. Gone were the railings that she liked. The harsh raindrops welcomed her face as she looked up. The zaps of lightning illuminated the darkened hill, letting her see the catastrophe that was transpiring just outside her bedroom. Four silhouettes were seen after a zap of lightning flashed right behind the House of Lamentation. “So this is all the ruckus is about? My room got destroyed because of those fucking angels. It is the angels, again.” Cent muttered under her breath. Biting the insides of her cheeks, Cent could taste her blood.

He destroyed himself, drugs, women, scandals stacking up. With money and connections, I made sure he couldn’t slip out of the law anymore. Now there are three left. Ian. Victoria. Angela. Angela’s name lingered longer in my head. My jaw tightened. I can’t forget. From the beginning, I never intended to feel anything for her. Not to care. Not to have her. But to break her.

loud and sinful, filled with people grinding against each other as though the world outside had already ended, and my skin prickled at the sight because it was chaotic and intoxicating all at once. Jane leaned over the counter and ordered something from the bartender, her voice drowned out by the heavy bass thudding overhead while I tried not to stare too long at the people kissing in the corner or the girl grinding on a guy’s lap with her head thrown backward, the sight twisting something deep in my stomach. When Jane handed me a glass, I didn’t even think; I tilted my head back and gulped it all down in one go, the liquid burning my throat sharp and fiery but sending a strange warmth curli

"Mi stai uccidendo." I arched into him, my legs parting instinctively as he lifted me on the counter without breaking the kiss. My thighs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his back to pull him closer. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding the grind, slow at first, then rougher, matching the rhythm of our breaths. He broke away only to mouth down the unbruised side of my neck, whispering against my skin. "Never again." "Except I and my brothers, Angel, no one touches you like that. Or even like this."

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.

“Yes, I think they do. You know that Daniel man, he said that my parents and Anna were waiting on us, Ben. That when I got back, he’d take me to them right away. I know you’re scared for what’s going to happen, but don’t you be. What’s waiting over there is good, sweetheart. Don’t you be afraid for me. Don’t let it cloud your thinking. You have to beat him. You have to rid the world of that kind of evil and find your way to me again. Do you understand? No matter what he does to provoke you, you keep your wits and you kill him.” Taking Imara’s hand, he rubbed his thumb over her branded finger. “I will, baby. I swear to you.” Imara squeezed his hand. “I know you will. You’re the only one who c

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.

Never be the girl she used to be. She remembered all that had happened in the few days after Ryder kidnapped her from her family. They had wanted her to testify in court that Ryder hadn't had someone killed, someone she knew he had killed. To prepare her, or maybe to frighten her into telling the lies they wanted her to tell, they had slit the throat of a man before her very eyes. After that, she was nothing, felt nothing but sadness and utter hopelessness. She got up and walked to the bathroom Alecia stared at the mirror in the bathroom, into her lifeless blue eyes. She had been broken, and this time, broken beyond repair.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

They loved me unconditionally, unlike Elizabeth. "Loves," I said as I rested my head on one of their shoulders, trying to relax myself. To keep myself from breaking. "Do you think...that what's happening," I traded glances with them. "It's happening because of me? That's it's my fault, all this destruction, and loss, it's all on my hands, and my hands are covered in blood."