Crying Angel Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

Fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why are you crying now?" Shayla was worried. "Are you hurting somewhere? Does something hurt? Should I call the doctor?" Angel shook her head quickly. "No. I am not hurt. I just..." "Then why are you crying, sweetheart?" Angel took a shaky breath. "Can I call you Mommy?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. So quiet. So hopeful. So scared of being rejected. Shayla felt tears spring to her own eyes. Her throat got tight with emotion.

Very beautiful. Getting closer, I could see the angel looking at me sadly. Apparently, I knew that angel. Somehow, I could feel something mysterious was about to come out of her trembled body. Both of her hands clasped against her chest as if she was holding back from burst out. But she was not strong enough. Tears slowly fell down on the angel cheeks. Then I realized that the two shooting stars were her tears. I suddenly felt regretful. Within a day, I had made this beautiful angel cried twice.

RAINA There’s an air of rebellion I feel every time I step inside Tattoo Heaven. Come in and get inked by an angel or a demon. Angel always brags that his wife, Avery, must have sold her soul to be such a damned good artist. The way he looks at her with love in his eyes reminds me of the way I feel when Rex can’t keep his eyes or hands off me.

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.

I said with heavy breaths as I pushed myself forward ignoring the rain covering my face and making it impossible for me to see, I didn't know there was a trench somewhere filled with rainwater because immediately I took a step forward. “Ahh!” I fell inside, the water completely covered my body and head. Trying to get to the surface. I couldn't because my leg was stuck somewhere. No matter how much I tried to struggle out, I couldn't. The dirty water was getting into my ears. I couldn't breathe as I sucked in my breath and tried, certainly, to get my wings out. It was the only way to get free. ____ Not far from where Elina was trapped, Angel stood face-to-face with Raphael. Wiping blood from

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Angel "Angel?" Rachel calls with her voice croaking a bit. Ally and I run to her. I wrap my arms around her and let her cry. "Why are you crying, Chel?" Ally asks while soothingly rubbing Rachel's arm. Rachel pulls away and wipes her tears. "Angel?" Ace calls behind. Rachel nods to tell me that they can come. "Here," I call and turn to wipe Rachel's tears as I can hear the guys footsteps' approaching. "Tell me," I plead. She nods again before hugging me.

My gut twisted in a painful knot and my heart throbbed like it has left a few breaths to breathe. My eyes were bleeding, with the same blood as Levi’s. I saw him collapse on the ground right before me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his left hand. ‘ANGEL’ I gasped at the word carved into his skin. It would’ve been better if it was a tattoo but it wasn’t and I kept on looking at the red cloth left in my hand. It seemed like a scar made with a blade, a knife, I don’t know. Why would someone sane do something like this to himself? But then again, he is not sane.

There were other ways to make a grown man suffer. But first, I want to have some fun. "Mason, let me see your new tattoo," I insisted. I straddled his inked thighs and started picking at the corners of the surgical tape. He peeled away the gauze that covered his breastbone and my eyes flared with awe. Mason had chosen a heart-shaped padlock design with angel wings. The tattoo artist had designed my name to look like a key. It was so clever; it was the most beautiful design that I had ever seen.

I shoved Leonardo aside and staggered out the door, driving alone toward the cemetery. In front of the grave, I dropped to my knees, with the ruby ring in my hand. I laughed wildly, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes, as I clawed at the dirt with my bare hands. Soon, my hands were torn open, covered in blood, but I didn’t seem to feel a thing. I just kept digging.