Novel & Cerita Broken Angels Novel

"Or what? You'll come for us? We're counting on it, Elara. We have defenses. Weapons. Power. And we've been watching you. We know how you fight. We know how you think. We know your weaknesses." I don't know what to say. "We'll be in touch," Kael says. "When you're ready to surrender, you know how to find us." The screen goes black. I look at Damon. At Helena. At everyone. "I'm going to kill him," I say. "Elara—" "I'm going to kill all of them." --- I leave the bunker the next day. I don't tell anyone. I just walk out the door and into the wasteland. The world is broken. The cities are rubble. The roads are cracked. The sky is grey and cold.

The back of the chair hit the ground with a loud bang. Sebastian looked at me with wide eyes as my hands trembled. I slowly looked down to see a gun in my hands. I slowly touched my face and looked at my hand to see his blood. His red blood. When I kill people, their deaths don't affect me because I know that they were bad people and that they did unspeakable things. Santiago did bad things. He was a bad person so why is his death affecting me so much? Maybe it's because he knew me better than I knew myself. It could be because I've known him my whole life. It might be because I loved him once. It's because he was my first love.

Ace’s black eyes flashed. “You do know that I’ve lost eleven of my Fallen Angels brothers in the past two months, all because I told you about some shit that we were involved in? Eleven men, Taylor, eleven men that I cared about like they were my own blood… they died, and they died because of me.”

“Until I found my Angel.” Even saying his name changed something inside me. “His name is Azrael.” A tear slid down my cheek, but this one came with a smile. “I’m in love with him, Mama.” The words felt so beautiful. “So ridiculously in love.” I laughed softly. “He makes me feel...safe. Not because he’s powerful. Although God knows that man is terrifying when he wants to be.” I wiped my cheek. “But because I can breathe around him. I can laugh. I can be angry. I can be ridiculous. I can just...be Mina.”

Efaffion had been right, she noted, the smouldering spark in her chest jumping at the sight of the myriad new cells that surrounded her own. She fumbled around for the feel of Elijah, somewhere, anywhere, buried deep within her, but she felt nothing. The cold of the cell had seeped into her bones, had seeped into her heart, and it eclipsed the twinge of sadness. Her armour was built too thick, too resilient, and so she let Morvand shove her, she let her feet stumble, and she saw the burgeoning sunrise – streaks of mauve and tangerine and bright, bold red – painting the sky with no joy, no hope, and no feeling at all.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

The slap hit like stone, and I hit the floor. My lips parted, and blood seeped in. For the second time in what felt like ages,I tasted metal. It was warm, bitter, alive. I coughed, and a tear slipped down my cheek. “No…” My voice broke, and I clenched my fists so hard my nails cut into my palms. But it was useless. My babies were gone. I’d be gone too. Kross would drag me deeper into the darkness where no light reached. “Ah!” I cried out as boots thundered toward me.

I was scanning through books but I did not find any that caught my attention, so I had to use a chair I saw to check the higher levelled shelf compartment. I found a book that caught my attention and was reading through it while still on the chair when Alexander's voice startled me. "You're trying to break your bones or get yourself killed?" He startled me and I whirled around to look at him, making me lose balance and topple over. I was expecting my head to hit the ground and burst open but the impact never came. I felt warm and muscular arms around me and opened my eyes to find Alexander's beautiful eyes staring at me intently while holding me close.

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.