Novel & Cerita Broken Angels Novel

the words leave my lips so quietly, but I know he hears each one as he instantly wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a secure and comforting hug. "I had never even considered doing it up until that very moment. I had woken up that day, expecting to celebrate my 19th birthday like normal, until I suddenly heard my parents fighting like never before. Within minutes, I realized they were fighting over killing me and how they killed my older brother! They manipulated me for years into believing that he had just been a figment of my imagination. Come to find out, my own mother threw him off the cliff we had lived on all my life. I knew my time was limited, so I climbed onto our roof and qui

Annabella My dreams were blank except for the one that woke me up, I couldn't bear to see them. I couldn't bear to see how they died. How the children died. I woke up next to Alonso, he was holding my hands soothing me, helping me come to but that wasn't enough. It was so much the pain I could feel it running through me like live wire. But just like always he found a way to make it better and helped me come to terms with the new me. The hair, marks and eyes are something totally new.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, the bar's security feed flickered to life and I saw Angel. My heart stalled in my chest, then kicked back into rhythm like it was trying to remind me that it still worked. But something had changed. I wasn’t the same man that left his house this morning anymore, so I reached for the remote, turned the feed off, and let the silence return. Then I sat at my desk and pulled off my boots. Maybe it was time to let Angel go too, not out of bitterness or spite. But because, sometimes the only way to survive the fire is to stop chasing the smoke.

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

[Victor’s POV] After finishing my second bottle of whiskey, I was drunk. The pain from my severed fingers on my left hand seemed numbed by the alcohol, but the pain in my heart only grew. With a creak, the door was pushed open. I suddenly sat upright. I struggled to my feet and reached out carefully, as if touching a fragile illusion that might shatter at any moment. My voice came out in broken fragments. “Rachel… you’re back…” “Darling, what’s wrong with you?”

“My day, he takes all his anger out on me. It is even worse when he has been drinking.” “Gracie, does he hurt you?” I know the answer, but I want her to tell me. She looks me straight in the eye, fear flashing through them, and she nods. “In what way?” “Physically and emotionally. I don’t know which one is worse. He has never been the nicest man, but after my mom took her life, things got worse. He got worse.” Her mom took her own life. Yes, Gracie mentioned that her mom passed away, but she didn’t say much more. What has she done to deserve such a shitty hand when it comes to life?

“I deserve every bit of it. But don’t ever think I doubt your strength, Angel. You are the only thing in this godforsaken life that has ever made me believe that a man like me is capable of redemption.” As the fire finally died down to a bed of glowing red embers, casting a golden halo around us, the ghosts of the treaties, the Falcon, and her mother's sins seemed to fade into the corners of the room. The scars of our pasts were still there, carved deeply into who we were, but for the first time in a very long time, the wounds had stopped bleeding. I kissed the top of her head, resting my chin against her soft hair as the last of the winter wind howled harmlessly against the heavy glass wind

“This—us—it’s not sin. It’s love. Holy in its own way. You don’t need forgiveness from anyone but yourself.” Tears fell, mixing with the water. “I love you,” I confessed, the words freeing something deep inside. “You’ve saved me.” She smiled, soft and real. “I love you too, angel. And I’ll corrupt you every day if that’s what it takes to keep you.” In her arms, with the crucifix watching from the wall, I found my absolution. Not in prayer, but in her touch. In our sin. In our salvation.

Flaming metallic scrapes rained down the sky and a pungent smell of burning flesh poisoned the air. The river flowing under the destroyed bridge was caught in red feiry blazes. The explosion had completely wiped out Blaine and his men's existence. It was an extremely distressing sight. Angela didn't dare to look over his shoulder and take in the massive destruction he had just unleashed. She knew it would haunt her forever if she did. She kept her gaze down not even meeting his eyes. Silent tears trickling down her cheeks.