Novel & Cerita Fallen Angel Eyes

Raina touched a picture of Jasmine’s mother on a bookshelf. Gabriel stopped her from touching anything further, grabbing her wrists, leading her back to the door. “You can leave now. Jasmine isn’t here.” Raina looked surprised then. “She hadn’t come back home to you? Hmm what a shame. I assumed you knew she came to me at the club earlier that’s why I thought she would be here by now. Did you have a fight?” Gabriel wanted her to leave then. She was getting too many clues that he didn’t want to give away. Raina was all knowing and could clearly see what transpired between them just by the look on Gabriel’s face. “You do know what happens if an Angel sins don’t you? You will never be able to go

She stood up from the tub and tried to act like nothing happened. Ethan snapped out of his losted marbles and gaze into her red eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes were now bloodshot and he felt bad for her. He could see the hotred written in her eyes ond didn't need any explanation from her to justify his brother is the monster behind her tears. Angelina noticed the woy his eyes were gawking at her half naked body and she felt uncomfortable about. She covered her cleavage down to her thigh with her hands as she gaze at the ground.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

Angelo phoenix eyes lowered if he were to have his wolf ears right now, it might be drooping right now, his mood seemingly low was so sudden that the guy who was named Peerce had a series of ignorant question marks at the top of his head. What’s wrong with Angelo? Maybe because the innocent Peerce didn’t really know how to answer his question himself, he just asks the beauty in front of him out loud making the originally depressed boy become even more depressed. Angelo pheromones was slightly leaking because of depression making the two that was very similar in terms of appearance and was very far away now and eyes close for a long decades to suddenly open their eyes and get up from where th

I just saw an angel whose blue eyes glistened like the most polished gem, seeming to be pulling me into its depths as she looked straight into my eyes. Who is she?

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

The look in his eyes could've killed me. “Who the hell do you think you are, Angela?” he whispered. His voice was sharp, shaking despite his control. “I trusted you. I cared about you. And you..." His jaw flexed. "You wrecked me.” The word wrecked echoed in my head. The warmth that used to live in his eyes was gone. In its place was something cold and distant, like I'd finally been locked out for good. I swallowed hard. Fear curled in my stomach. If he still cared, even a little, this would only hurt longer.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

'Kaiden, I will rip off those fucking dressings and cause you more fucking pain if you don't stop beating about the bush and give me a fucking name. I looked up at him, and he saw the heartbroken expression in my eyes as I whispered. 'The Fallen Angel.' The room went silent, and all eyes turned to look at me, wide with shock. 'Who did you say?' Bernard whispered, his gentle brown eyes so wide with shock that they looked like a cartoon. 'You heard me.'