Heartless Angels Novel Oakley Novels & Stories

Olive’s POV The moment I saw the person sitting in front of the driver’s seat, I knew that I might not make it up to my honeymoon with Aaron. I just realized it instinctively. "Thinking you'll have a happily ever after, Olive?" sneered Angelica, the former maid who had made my life a living hell. I was at a loss for words, unable to comprehend how she had managed to resurface in my life. Aaron had made it clear that Angelica was not welcome in his Pack and had even instructed his werewolf guards to keep her at bay. So why was she here, taunting me once again?

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.

I tried to read it but it wouldn't let me, instead it drained my powers. I then tried to destroy it but then it destroyed me, that book took my powers away from me. I wanted to go back but I knew that I was already too late. I used the Phoenix blade on Elena, not because I wanted to kill her but because I wanted her to see how strong she really is. I had no choice but to find a place where I could get my strength back, I didn't think that I would wonder off to the wrong side of town. I have heard stories about an Alpha with a black heart, the one who would do anything for power.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

In fact, it was more than a sting. It was as if some wolf had gripped his heart right out of his chest and began to shred it before his very eyes. That’s the last thing I want, he realized, and he barely managed to stop his wolf from howling his heartache. Wanting to save face, Layon glowered at Angel and used the armrests to shove himself away from her as he snarled, “I was just hoping we could pass the time in a more pleasant manner.”

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."

“Because I can, Angel…and I want you to suffer. I want you to see in your own eyes, how your family will be homeless and go to the street. Trust me, Angel, I mean every single word. I will make sure they won’t get any place to live.” How can be a person so heartless? He took my virginity which I kept safe for the future love of my life and sent me to jail for his sins and now he’s after my family to make them suffer. How could he? This monster is far more dangerous than what I had expected.” I gazed at his eyes. His face was blurred due to the tears grazing my eyes. But I saw his dark cold eyes which have the kind of power to give chills to my spin.

Harder this time, my trembling feet stumbled backwards, sand shifting beneath me. I looked down at the ring on my finger—the diamond catching the light even surrounded by blood and chaos—and I slid it off slowly. The metal was warm from my skin. It felt heavy. Just like death. Something in Daniel’s face shattered. I’d seen him angry. Seen him cruel. Seen him tender and loving. But I’d never seen him look like this. Like I’d reached into his chest and ripped out his heart with my bare hands. “Angel.” His voice was a sharp urgent whisper. Destroyed. “Don’t do this to us!”

He is not already bad news continues to grow and make all the soul's in fear of him. Olive slowly opened her eyes. She peeked a little from behind Ardina's body. She didn't dare. "I'm sorry Mr. Angel, I'm really scared. And I also don't want to lose the reincarnation time that I've been dreaming of," Olive said making Rail even more angry. "I SAID, OPEN YOUR EYES, NOW!" Rail snapped his voice was so boom and shattered all the school windows. Ardina was worried about Rail's anger. Everything can be ruined if Rail gets angry. "Olive, open your eyes quickly! Don't make the Angel of Death even more angry," Ardina pleaded. Olive is getting more and more frightened by Rail's booming voice.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.