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Allow them sniff weakness or pity from you, boom, they bring out their devious cards. He couldn’t figure why her case got to him. Was it her tears, or the fact that she was in a bad shape? He didn’t know. He drove the car onto the road and towards the direction he came from, still in thoughts, when suddenly his eyes came in contact with someone limping down the sidewalk. It was as if his thought morphed into reality because there on the road, was the same lady, still in her messed up clothes, dragging her left feet along.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

This is my oath, because just as the song says: “Lately I don't know What to believe in I'm running from my angels But I'm battling my demons Crying every night I'm screaming What's the point Or even breathing?” (Hamilton - Bunch of Bones) What's the point of breathing if she is not with me?

the angel with the curly hair whines, holding out her bloody hand. I don't remember doing it, but it explains the bad taste in my mouth. "I'm sure she 'ad good reason ter bite yer," Lyall says, his normally sweet Irish accent now angry, hot and full of fire. "Yer were piled up on top of her. And we all heard de screamin'." His big brown eyes meet mine, and I feel my heart sink. This is how I'm meeting my idols. The angels start whining, pleading with Alastaire to let them stay. He just shakes his head.

~Cover my eyes Cover my ears Tell me these words are a lie It cant be true That I'm losing you The sun cannot fall from the sky Can you hear heaven cry Tears of an angel Tears of Tears of an angel Tears of an angel~ When I finally reached my destination there she was, standing on her toes covered with colorful socks trying to place a box on top of a wardrobe. Her hair was a messy of fading curls dispersed in every direction, being tied down by a white clip. Black long sleeves crop top with White shorts exposing her tights felt my blood pressure dropping below average.

She means too much. when it comes to loving you All my walls fall down Your touch in the dark Lights a fire in my heart That can't be put out I swear the world stands still Yeah the stars shine blue The angels start singing A song I believe in When it comes to loving you The angels start singing A song I believe in When it comes to loving you Song by: Jon Langston

“I’m about to lose my life here and you’re trying to make my death look uncomfortable.” “For the fact that you’re dying why bother making it look comfortable??” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Seven threw his hands in the air. “It does. You’re just too stupid to understand.” “Careful.” Seven waved an index finger about her face. “You’re going too far.” “Sorry.” Angel hung her head. Witt Lowry’s “Dreaming With Our Eyes Open,” piano intro filled the room. “Your phone,” Angel said. That was Seven’s ringtone.

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight The song ended and I hadn't realized that he'd made me sit on the couch. He was in front of me.

I nervously stuttered due to the new position my locked wrists had put me in. "Tying you up," He responded not exactly answering my question. "Why?" I asked, my voice came out lower than a whisper as I saw him pulling his pants down and his hard member coming slapping against his belly. "To fuck you better," His bold answer made my cheeks heat up and I found myself trying to avert my gaze from his hardness. "Are you ready for me, Angel?" He asked and ground his tip against my wet center and a moan tore from my mouth almost instantly.