Crying Angels Novels & Stories

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

Those lonely eyes of him, now she remembers. "But why would you leave me in the lost boy's care? Why show up now?" Why now when she had grown closer to the Lost boy? Why now when she wants to go home and grow up? Why now when there are some people like her who wants to go home too? "Why now?!" She cries, darting her eyes full of tears at him. When she thought The Angel would sympathize with her, only the cruel laughter she heard. The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again.

It was the right place and time to mourn. The two ladies emotional outburst seemed like a trigger for everyone holding their sadness to pour out. The ladies in the room started to join. So as Angela Wade, Don Carlo had to embrace his Angel to comfort her. Even the men around discreetly wiped their tears. Without Aleah knowing, Chloe and Angela seemed to cry for more than one reason. It was not only the sadness of Elaine passing away that they were crying.

“Jace!” Angela cried out loudly. The twins, hearing her crying voice, screamed at the top of their voices. The men yanked open the doors, pulling them out of the cab. Angela's nieces screamed as they were dragged away, their tiny hands torn from Angela's grasp. “No…no…please!” Angela cried trying her best to take back her nieces, but her strength is nothing compared to the powerful grip pulling them away. “Angela!” “Angela!” The twins chorused in fear kicking and struggling to be free, but their little hands and legs did zero damage to their enemies.

“Jace!” Angela cried out loudly. The twins, hearing her crying voice, screamed at the top of their voices. The men yanked open the doors, pulling them out of the cab. Angela's nieces screamed as they were dragged away, their tiny hands torn from Angela's grasp. “No…no…please!” Angela cried trying her best to take back her nieces, but her strength is nothing compared to the powerful grip pulling them away. “Angela!” “Angela!” The twins chorused in fear kicking and struggling to be free, but their little hands and legs did zero damage to their enemies.

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

Salvation near if only they would see her. Her crawling, desperate to see their faces, only to be met with the impossible sight of their wings folding in to cover their backs. The upturned underside of heels and toes as they kneeled. Crawling again. The angels turning again. Their mumbled prayers missing her ears. Their abandonment of her unmistakable and harrowing. And Harrow.

Seth? He gestured toward the car. "He wants to see you. Now." I took a step back instinctively, shaking my head. "No… no, I can't. I don’t even know him that well. Why would he want to see me?" The man's expression softened slightly. "He said you’d say that. He also said to tell you that his niece, Angel, hasn't eaten since you left." The world seemed to tilt under me. "What?" "She refuses food. She’s been crying since morning."

Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right.

I don’t even know. I stepped out of my elevator for the whole day of work. Feeling so tired and empty, my mind is clouded with thoughts. I looked up and my heart fluttered seeing my Angel standing in front of my door. With tears flowing on her pink cheeks. Her eyes showed hope when she saw me. Jesus, why is he crying and what is she doing here? I really wanted to ask what was the reason for her crying and I was willing to make the life of whoever did this to her miserable. How dare they make her cry!