Heartless Angel Novels & Stories

She was slightly angry with herself for admitting such a weakness, and yet her heart hammered the moment she saw the sympathy in Layon’s gaze. “I need you with me, Angel,” he told her and when he stepped close to her again, Angel had to hold her breath to stop herself from allowing his scent to intoxicate her. She knew that if she let him close again, she would allow him to walk right over her. “You don’t need me,” she shook her head and closed her eyes, feeling his fingertips brush her forearm as she added, “Nobody needs me.” “I need you,”

I felt like someone had just taken my heart. In a crazy way, someone took my heart when they took Jonathan away from me. In that moment when I saw his lifeless body on the ground, something in me shifted and I couldn't handle it, with that I felt a strange power. A strong power that made me feel like I could just wipe out everything in my path because that power as filled by a much darker power, a power full of hate and rage, a power filled with anger and all of it was directed at one person.

that sometimes the people you love the most, consider them as your angels, give you the heartbreak that not only breaks you but the people who actually and sincerely love you. Deep down, crystal believes that she still had a chance with Landon. She believes that Landon still loves her. But Landon was burning in the fire of anger; he was desperate to come out of it, giving Crystal a taste of her own medician; he wants to give the same her the same pain he felt year's ago. Flashback 5 years ago The cool breeze blew his hair backwards as his brown eyes stared at the smile that was captivating to him. More captivating than the bright, beautiful stars, which were visible as the sun was setting.

He don't have to call the woman 'babe' as if he doesn't have a girlfriend! And why does seems like it happened in reverse! I mean, Angel already lives her own life to the fullest and seemed to have already moved on. Then he looks like he hasn't. He's cold. He looks like a broken hearted person who still doesn't move on. Maybe someone broke his heart aside from Angel! If that's the case. Then who might be it? Who might broke his heart? Haist! Complicated! So very complicated! I want to know what happened. But, how?

at his hesitation, but he just continues his bedside vigil, keeping watch over Winter for the slightest hint of consciousness. I spin around, my lips quirking up in a sly grin, to face Angel. My intent is to soothe his worries once again, but as if possessed by a playful poltergeist, my hand darts forward and slams into his chest with a satisfyingly sickening crunch. Angel groans, a deep, guttural sound that would make Beethoven's fifth symphony proud, as I play a twisted game of Operation, diving into his chest cavity and wrapping my hand around his rapidly beating heart. His eyes widen in shock and pain, while mine sparkle with impish delight. Angel's breath catches in his throat, his sapp

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.

ANGEL'S POV Angel put into her mouth the drug that was given to her by the man she had met for less than a second; in other words, the young man was still a stranger to her. But she couldn't resist his teasing and drugs. Angel didn't think anymore because, in these situations, now that she's drowning in sadness, the only thing on his mind is, How can she escape from this sadness? But no one can ever escape sadness because, with every step we take, we cannot avoid carrying this sadness.Angel swallowed it because she didn't understand when she looked into Daem's eyes.

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

Lia said in the cruelest tone and gulp the wine quickly. Anger was biting her body, and she was feeling uncomfortable. How hatred could make someone feel better? It can only claw your inside and kill you from inside. Only love could heal a person’s body and soul. “What is the update? Did you get any news from that assassin? He should be after her already.” Lara asked. “He would call me anytime. I have ordered him to finish this task before she could reach her office.” Lia said, and they laugh out. They both will be happy after Gloria died.