Novel & Cerita Crying Angels

said the girl, widened in surprise to see her existence. Reya smiled while hugging the child. They hugged for a long time, she stares at Angel's face who felt suddenly sad. "Hey, why are you crying, honey?" she asked in surprise when she saw the face that began to shed tears. Angel smiled bitterly as she hugged Reya's body back tightly as if she was afraid of losing Reya. "Did someone hurt you?" said Reya curiously, wiping the tears of the child in front of her. "Don't make me afraid, Angel! Tell me who hurt you!" she emphasized emphatically.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

I need to hold it. If I collapse now... if I’m not strong... Angel won’t be able to take it either. But fuck, I can’t do it anymore... I’ve held them for too long. Tears just slide down my face, and my breath fails, with a sob finally escaping through my trembling lips. One by one, the tears come out, overwhelmed with emotions so intense that all I can do is try my best to do it silently and not let her hear me crying… Because I know that family is the most complicated and scary thing in the world, our deepest wound... But if it’s with Angel, I can do it.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

The resident on-again-off-again so-called couple of Silverdale University were unbearable to stomach at the best of times, but today Angel was feeling exceptionally sensitive and so she ducked into the nearest restroom with the intention of giving herself a moment to breathe. What she didn’t intend was to find somebody crying inside. Cringing at how loudly she had entered the restroom, she thought for a moment of turning right back around and heading out again. Maybe whoever was having a full-on snot session inside the farthest stall wouldn’t hear them come in over their own crying. Yet the moment the door clicked shut behind Angel, the

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.

The Shadows whispered. "Drake?" Angel said, fear engulfing her voice. "What is going on? What are these creatures?!" She stammered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. I felt the knot in my stomach constrict, as a sense of dread and helplessness washed over me. Frozen in time, I knew the reality was stark and brutal. I was about to witness the love of my life being taken from this world, and I was powerless to stop it.

Angel wondered as he was trying to hold the tears that kept falling from his eyes. “I don’t care about you being a crybaby and you being weak? Do you still you are weak when you admitted that you are? You are strong to know and admitted that you are emotionally weak. Some people pretend or didn’t accept that they were crying or being weak…they don’t want anyone to see about their vulnerable side…” Mira responded and helped Angel to wipe the tears away as she did not stop him from crying either. Angel cried more and Mira smiled because he was trusting her.

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st