Romans & histoires Heartless Angels Novel Oakley And Levi

in a weary tone. Levi let go of the omega but reached for her hand though as they turned to walk toward the door. That was when they saw Ace standing at the door. And Ace was not happy at all. He had been watching how Clary and Levi were with each other, and it freaking hurt him. He could feel the anger boiling in him and he needed so badly to let it out. He did not want to yell at anyone so he knew that the only thing left to do was to break something. And to break it hard.

Then he said, "When I was little, my mother said that many angels were sent down from heaven to earth. Are you one of them?" Maya laughed heartily. "How can there be angels who like to get angry like me?" Leo also laughed. Then he replied, "People can choose to be like angels or demons! It all depends on their hearts." "And you chose to be an angel when you helped me from those criminals. Thank you, Leo!" Maya looked at Leo with a radiant face and sparkling eyes. This made Leo hesitant to do the same in return. The handsome blond man shook his head and swallowed his saliva. If Maya knew who he truly was, would the naive woman still call him an angel?

Best believe it got better. The book is yet to go through a thorough edits. I await your beautiful reviews and constructive criticism on this book everyone. With that said, let me welcome you to the fictional world designed for Thane Hossler and Kory Anders’s existence. Her Heartless Alpha Mate CHAPTER 1 Immediately she snapped her crimson colored eyes opened, a loud roar followed. Like always- her face is covered with a mask, her curvy pouty lips clothed in red as she stepped on the stage.

The two weren't friends but out of respect. “And where is she?” Angel asked about his little betrothal. “Check it out,” Levi said with a grin, gesturing Angel toward the dance floor. With a sigh, Angel followed the old man's gaze, only to get the shock of a lifetime. “Hahaha, she's a natural…she managed to get the crowd crazy” Levi chuckled, seeing how Angel's expression turned sour. “Bring her back here,” he muttered, closing his eyes. Levi was laughing hard to hear what Angel was saying, but when he stopped and looked at the man, his face was flushed, and his eyes were turning red.

“What about Maria?” Oakley’s face didn’t falter even for a second. “I want to, for sure. But in order to see my sister, I have to live. If I died…there would be no hope at all, obviously. So, I’m sorry, but your little plot isn’t going to work for me. But I do wish you good luck, angel. After all… a reckless fool is much more interesting than a boring coward who easily yields.” Without another word, he smirked at me and then turned around to leave.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

I hum, touching my right earlobe as I gnaw on my lower lip. Has he forgotten that he has uprooted me from my simple lifestyle, and thrusting me into this dangerous world that I had little knowledge of its existence? Oh, no. That simply won’t do, and I won’t have him giving me the cold shoulder every time I mistakenly step out of line. “Last time I checked, Maverick. I don’t recall marrying Levi.” He stops dead in his tracks and turns to face me. “What is that supposed to mean, Angel?” He snaps.

She isn’t always helpful, though, as she whispers to me, “What’s the worst that could happen if they knew? They adore their Angel.” I shush her, ready to let the words hang between us without response. But then, of course, I feel inclined to reply and whisper back, “They adore Angel. They despise Ollie.” That difference is fundamental. Because if Angel and Ollie are combined for the brothers, which feelings would take prominence. The love for Angel? Or the hatred of Ollie? I hope for one, while fearing the other. Truly, I’d rather not know than risk learning that they would still hate me, even revealed to be their mate.

"Please…" Finally, he let go, and I collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. My whole body trembled as I tried to catch my breath. Tears poured down my face, and I clutched my throat where his hand had been. I thought it was over, but he wasn’t done. He squatted down in front of me, grabbing my chin roughly and forcing me to look at him. "Do you think," he began, and it was obviously clear how irritated he was just squatting next to me, "that just because you felt the spark, I’m going to accept you as my mate? Is that what you thought, Omega? That I’d make an omega my equal?"

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."