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My hands were shaking as I hugged him. Were they really dead? All of them? Am I free from them? I'm overwhelmed with the fact that there's no more chasing. No more running away. I cried as I hugged the wolf tighter. My angel wolf. Mistaking my cries for distress, the wolf whined and licked those tears away. I didn't mind that it was literally on someone's head just a few moments ago. This angel wolf of mine saved my life.

Angel continued to search her gaze. "Humour me…" "Is just as you said," she replied. Anger flared in his eyes and her lips trembled. "Is that so?" "Yes!" she enunciated with gritted teeth. "Why then are you crying, Nadie?" he asked with a mocking tilt of his lips. "Let me go, Angel." "Now you want me to let you go? A minute ago you were begging me to fuck you and never stop!" he growled in a low tone, leaning into her so his lips brushed hers.

I felt like I was going to explode if I spent more time here , I just couldn’t help the way I felt right now . “ Don't tell me you are crying because of Trevor , don’t tell me that girl “ I raised my head and that was when I saw angel looking at me . I could see how much she was panting from chasing after me and trying to get to me . I didn’t know why I had to cry , and couldn’t control my emotions . I just didn’t know why I couldn’t help it , was I stupid enough to know that he would never take me seriously . I shouldn’t have thought about something else when I thought that it was going to be him .

I was at cloud night feeling the cool wind but at the same time in burning hell getting melted by him. I was overwhelmed by my own emotions, I was sure I wanted to push him away but at the same time I was sure as hell that I wanted him to keep going.... It was too much for my fragile heart to handle, I felt like crying and eventually a soft sob escaped from my lips..... I felt the loss of warmth as Xavier moved away from me just enough to turn me around, we were still pretty much closer.... "What's the matter Angel? (He said while kissing my cheeks.... sucking my salty tears )Do you really want me to stop?( he asked looking straight into my eyes and I felt drowning in his green ocean)... "

She looks sad as she reaches for me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. This has gone on for long enough.” I watch as she raises her hand and I try to move away. Her hand opens and hovers over my face. She closes her eyes and chants something in an ancient language. My eyes widen as the Angel roars in pain. I let out a deafening scream as I feel the angel being pulled from me. I thrash and scratch and throw my head back to be let go; she snaps her eyes open and looks into my very soul. She has a tear sliding down her cheek.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

Verity had not moved, would not move as she took in the angel's actions, and as I moved toward her a low roar began deep inside the bowels of the Earth. The rumble became louder, almost deafening as we all stopped what we were doing, the battle halted. Even the angels in the air parted, their bodies swaying as even the air was affected. As if stuck in slow motion all heads turned as a blinding light erupted from Cain, his body arching upward so hard it looked as if he was folded in half. The sword shooting out of his chest, sending blood flinging through the air. Cain stood up, blood continuing to pulse from his chest, his eyes wide and his forehead glowing. On it the mark he bore lit up as

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."

Ethan was surprised "Why are you crying?" he asked "You are the reason, Ethan. You are hurting me. You are making me feel less of a woman," she replied "All I asked for is a friendship is that hard to grant. I understand I mess up a little and I regret and that is why I didn't take any alcohol today but it is no reason to make me feel like crap," she said in tears and was about to leave but Ethan held her hand stopping her from leaving. He just hugged her and it was enough reason to cry some more. He rubbed her back gently to calm her down. He sat her down and decided to talk to her.

"I later found out that she had been kidnapped earlier that week. Turns out her kidnappers called her crazy because she never cried when they tortured her. She also heard her parents talking about her weird behavior, something about her not being scared or sad. They complained that something was wrong with her, because after an experience like that she showed no emotional response. When I asked her why she did not cry, she said she did not know. The poor girl had no idea and till this day, she has never once cried." Xavier felt pity for her, he could not imagine what she had gone through at such a young age. Then, he remembered Chiara crying in his arms that night, a couple weeks ago and he