Novel & Cerita Fallen Angel Eyes

Tears cascaded from the angel’s glassy eyes upon seeing the soot-covered winged demon racing towards the direction of Maleficent’s falling body. End of Flashback...

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Amber eyes, short hair. I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere. "I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me. Samael. The angel Samael. No. The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

He realized she was his hope, a ray of light that drowned his misery and gloom and painted a fresh picture of the perfect sunset, making it shine as bright as her personality. Angela felt no less as she stared in Mason's steely eyes, she felt all her anger and frustration washing away. He was just like that. Leaving her defensless under the dangerous weapons of his charm. With just one look of his, she could melt away, like an ice cream in a desert. (Ok. That was weird 😂 ik but this is Angel we're talking about and she's weird) She felt like she would fall down right now by intensity of his eyes. Damn him, he always knew how to charm her. But right now, he was doing that without doing anyth

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

Jeremy pressed and then slid his baby blue satchel over his shoulder and left with Roy. The moment the boys walked out, a girl in her late teens―came out from the back and looked at her Aunt from her mother's side. "Aunt Angela.." She began. "Why was the guy looking at Brother Jeremy like he was looking at a fairy?" Aunt Ela shook her head at the girl's peculiar question.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light but when they did I saw the most mesmerizing sight in front of my eyes. Theodore was standing in front of me stroking himself to me and sweat was glistening on his body making him look a hundred times better. He was a moaning mess just like me. "Theo,"I moaned and my legs shook as I keep looking at him, "I-I think I'm about to-" I couldn't even get the sentence out. I swallowed the moan that was threatening to come out, "I'm about to cum." "Yes baby me too," he quickly pulled out the gun and pushed his dick in me.

ANGELA’S POV My eyes flew open and I couldn’t breathe right. Those eyes… fuck, they were pure molten gold, feral, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His wolf was right there, barely leashed. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat.

"We're in this now. All of us. For Gabriel. For the boy." She closed her eyes. A shudder ran through her whole frame. And then, for the first time since I'd met her in that glittering hell, Angel cried. Not the frantic, terrified tears of before, but deep, silent, soul-wracking sobs that shook her slender body. She didn't make a sound, but the tears streamed down her face, cutting through the grime and the bruises, a flood of pain held back for far too long.

The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with eyes of fire given to him from the devil himself, that brought evil and destruction to all that he touched. My eyes instantly moved to the bottom of his cloak, taking in the color of the feathers slightly showing, and I knew that this had to be no fairytale that my father had told me about, but a real story of something from this world, that I now knew he was from. Looking back up at Gabriel’s face, who was now staring at me, I said to him, “You’re one of the fallen angels.”