Crying Angels Novels & Stories

Adolphus’s P.O.V. (Continued) Angel was also crying, but no voice was coming out of her mouth. “Just take your training more seriously than you already have been taking, pups. I beg you. Do this… n… not for me… not for yourself, b… but for those who were killed only be… because your enemies didn’t want you to be born, Angel. Do this for themselves.” Cathy continued crying, exhaustion taking over her entire being.

“ you fiches him Rissa , you fucked him , how could you not after everything that I tomd you , I told you to stay away from him , I told you that “ she screamed at me with tears running down her eyes at the same time . Seeing her cry hurt me , I didn’t know why she had to cry but it felt like there was something more to it , that she wasn’t telling me . “ fuck fuck fuck “ I stood up from the ground in shock as I approached Angel and held her hands to calm her down suprised by her sudden outburst. “Is there something you are not telling me ?”, you should tell me now . Angel looked at me and the tears slipped out again , I didn’t know why but she was in so much pain , I could feel it . “Angel

Tears welled up, blurring my vision and threatening to cascade down my cheeks. He was just as eager as if he had been waiting for this moment too. As I leaned over him, my arms wrapped around him tightly, and the tears that had pooled in my eyes finally spilled over, tracing wet trails down my cheeks. My sobs echoed in my ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen over everyone else in the room. I am sure that they must be enjoying our pain because they are all nothing but sadistic. I don't believe in humanity anymore. "How are you, Angel, and why did you come here? It is not safe for you," he said in between his cries, his voice breaking low but I could hear him clearly.

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

Aira on the other side caressed my hair and wiped my tears with her thumb. "Crying is bad for your baby," Hailey was trying to console me but I couldn't set aside the pain in my heart. "Hailey, help me," I was desperate to end the awful feeling inside but I knew that it'll forever be plastered in my system for the rest of my life. "Hailey I want to leave," I was sobbing in between my words.

“By the time I woke up from this seemingly long dream, this chaotic feeling of mine would also end.” Angelo tried to comfort himself, but he didn’t realize the streak of tears that had fallen from her eyes as he did so. He only recognized that he was crying when he felt his vision blur. Angelo immediately wiped the tears that had fallen from his face and was aggrieved. “F*ck, why am I crying? This is so unmanly of you, Angelo.” Angelo said to himself while trying to stop the tears from falling.

Some say that Angels mourn for us when we are unable to weep our own tears. When the pain becomes so overwhelming that we are afraid that if we let the tears fall, they will drown us in our aura of misery. The air is thick with melancholy as if a heavy cloud of grief continuously hangs over the entire cemetery. Death lingers in the air accompanied by the faint smell of rain, cheap perfume, and fresh roses. I shut my black umbrella, letting it slip between my fingers, and I gaze up at the ominous sky as the tears of the Angels cascade down upon us.

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”