Heartless Angel Novels & Stories

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. “I am the Luna, the Beast, the Queen of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Leo’s. Mate.” She seethes in the bitch’s face before unsheathing her sword and cutting off her head with one swift move. What the hell? “Was she bad?” Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! “She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, can you take care of it, please?” Angel is not at all concerned about him seeing her decapitating someone.

She shut the door of her room carelessly and locked it. Danica did not leave the room, even though Rita knocked on her door to invite her to eat. She ignored Daniela, too. She was full of anger and she felt a deep hatred in her heart. Whatever she did to be a good person, a villain came to make her feel bad again.

I vent to him, not even realizing that tears had begun to leak down my cheeks. "I am so sorry, Angel. This situation is fucked up, your right. I hate to admit that destiny has a terrible way of doing things like this ... but listen to me..." he begins to tell me, as he gently cups my cheeks and tilts my head up to meet his eyes.

Her hands begin to glow a bright white which turns to lavender which produces heat as her aura fills the room, making it difficult to stay close. "Please, Angel wake-up," Helena begs from her kneeling position above Angel's head, I quickly move to her side and place my hand on her back, I do my best to comfort her. "He's strong," I whisper. I can hear my heart race as I watch Angel's dark brown eyes open wide, before he sits up gasping for air.

“The father replied that an Angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. An Angel is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock. The person who you love with your entire heart. The person you can’t see yourself living without.” His answer was almost monotone, like he practiced it. Like this had been running in his head for a long time and he knew it by heart. And I had a feeling that this story, the definition of Angel, Artemy did know it by heart. The way

bloodthirsty, sometimes even mentioned that he would make her a pious little angel if she wanted to, the USA was the dirtiest country there was when it came to agreements of interests. The argument of turning the devil into an angel wasn't what made Karila agree to stick herself in the dirt of US support, it was just the need to keep Normani alive and continue her relentless search for the bastards who killed her husband, and in between clearly there would be some guilty American, and even if the order were to honorably ignore the partnership, she would not, no one would stop her from going through with it, not even an honor deal. Yes, she would be a traitor of the first. But as long as she

Monster, is what they call me Evil, is all I am known to be Now I shall be punished for my deeds Someone like me is not what the world needs They say my heart bleeds That I can be saved Only if I changed How I behaved But I am too far gone To be redeemed To be free Is what I once dreamed Now I breathe But I am not alive I am only waiting For my death to arrive Angelica closed the book carefully, her thoughts going in so many directions and her emotions… she didn't know what to feel. Sorrow settled in her heart. Lord Rayven. Just what have you been through? She turned to her side and stared out the window.

Please don't cry. I'm still standing in front of the closet. My feet are shaking, and my eyes are getting blurry. I can feel my heart sting. Angelica's words fall from her mouth, but my heart is the thing that's breaking into pieces even though it is still holding up to my chest. It's just that the strings of my heart cannot hold it much longer that it wants to set it free and let it go. No veins would like to keep this living machinery beat anymore. I might start giving it the benefit of the doubt. My heart should've stopped beating a long time ago. But instead, I keep it up as if I can still survive this trench I've been put into.