Crying Angels Novels & Stories

I shouldn't have said that, it's not what I think about you. My breathing became difficult again as the ebony— colored pupil of his eyes was larger than normal and too focused on mine. — I sucked, Angel. That day I... He searched for the words, I could see that he had regret. — You were hurt. — I whispered amid the silence and absence of the music. — Yes. — pressed his eyes hard. — And I didn't want you to see me like that... I didn't want you to help me. I was annoyed and... I pushed you, I said...

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

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?”

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.