Fallen Angels Myers Novels & Stories

That is how hard I’ve fallen. Angela is the only one capable of causing my downfall; She is the damnation of my goddamn life. “You have one minute left.”

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Something inside me made me believe that was the best option. “Don’t you think we should deal with Syrus first? Where is he even at?” Gabe asked. “The angels sold me out to him. He didnt think about the fact that I was more powerful than him. He begged for his life and I chose to allow him to live. I sent him to hell. I imagine Lucifer is having a great time welcoming him as we speak.” I told them. “While Lucifer deals with my psycho brother, I have some angels to deal with. I am sorry Gabe but this is one of those times you are either with me or against me, and I will show no mercy.”

“Gabi? Hon?” It was all coming back to her now: being grabbed from behind, lifted clear off her feet. Trying to loosen the arm around her throat that was squeezing all her breath out of her body. The foul whispers in her ear, telling her what The Fallen Angels were going to do to her before they finally took pity on her, and killed her slowly. As soon as she heard the name of the MC, she knew that she was in even more trouble than she’d first thought. The kind of trouble that she was now positive only one man could help her with.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Once the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my breathing still unsteady, but clear enough for one realization to hit me. I’d fallen too deep for a man who didn’t even see me as someone worth thinking about. “Good job, Angela,” I whispered. “You might’ve fallen for a man who will never be yours. You’re just… a part of his life. Something he uses. And leaves whenever he wants.” “What are you? Stupid? Desperate? Or do you really just enjoy being hurt?”

He forced himself to hold her amazing eyes, to give nothing away with his own. The truth was that The Fallen Angels were into all of the above – and a fuck-ton more. And that was just what Warren knew about. He suspected that Ace and Nails kept lots of things under wraps and just between them.

The girl was the first to speak, the body shrunk, the arms embracing her own body as if that was enough to protect herself. “You act like you don’t know” A hoarse, guttural voice was squeezed from the man’s throat in the dark. "All I know is that you killed all those people" Alice said sinking her nails into her own skin "you’re a monster!" The man let out a low, mocking laugh. "And what did you do to me?" He soon asked, but his voice had no joy or amusement, no. It was pure rancor. "You abandoned me" He said "I prayed every night, begged, crawled in the mud as usurpers took the front of my Alcathea, while mine were killed, destroyed" he spat every word as if poison dripped from his mouth.