Heartless Angels Novel Oakley Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in disbelief as my gaze landed on. "Angel!" Hawk's voice echoed urgently in my mind. In an instant, I comprehended the unsettling truth behind her involvement. Angel, one of my many one-night stands, a woman whose infatuation with me had intensified into obsession. She had spread rumors of a romantic relationship between us, flown into madness, and was later confined to a mental asylum. And now, she was out. "I warned you, didn't I? Being a playboy would come back to haunt you," Hawk cut in. A forceful blow struck my right cheek, delivered by James, and I was sent rambling across the stage, dangerously close to a supply of weapons.

He became cold and couldn't feel any emotion, he forget how to be normal, his soul was tore apart in front of his eyes and his life was consume with darkness. What everyone knows is that he is ruthless and heartless. heartless? Yes, he was heartless because they took it from him. Ruthless? they turned him. Nobody knows what he actually went through, what torture he has to battle with each night. But now, An Angel has come into his life bringing with her a bright light. Lighting the darkness that has consume him, He nuzzles closer to her, closer to her warmth and unbelievably soft body. Unknowingly to him, He had her pushed up against him in his iron grip.

Every page of the notebook was only her face. Her little heart slowly shattered when she saw how beautiful the lady was. Morgan draws it full of love and emotions. She sniffed when her tears were about to flow, and wiped it when Morgan was near to him. “Don’t do this again! I don’t like it when someone keeps touching my things!” Morgan nagged. He took the notebook and hid it on his armpit as if he was scared that he might lose it.

Kathrine and others loved the show by breathless, and only Raya and I knew how Roselin was pulling her name, being a friend of Shanaya & Breathless. We came home, but the aching of hearts was still left, which needed to be healed. Perhaps I need to spend more time with my healer. I read somewhere there is always a devil in God’s house and an angel in the devil’s. If Raya is the angel, why I can’t accept you as my…? Raya slept, and I slithered out after reading her another bedtime story. My troubled heart was looking for someone to talk to, but I knew I had no one at that moment. I needed my mom and dad to tell me what I was supposed to do when all I was getting was hatred from the person I l

“Sommy—” “Do not take another step, Ronan!” I bark, my eyes locked on his face. “I know you love this female. But she slaughtered your unborn blood heirs in cold blood. We are over forever, but if you have a single drop of conscience left, you will stand there and watch me take what she owes!” My voice breaks, the raw, suffocating sorrow crashing through me like a physical blow. “Why did I ever open my heart to you?” I whisper to myself, a broken, bitter laugh escaping my lips. “Why did I let myself become a pathetic joke in front of the entire Lycan Dominion?”

Henry asked angrily “Is this some kind of joke?” Angel sighed heavily and said “Let me introduce myself, I’m not sure you’ve heard of me. I’m Angel Denae McDaniel’s.” It was his wife who said, “You’re Hunter McDaniel’s daughter, the one whose mother left her to be raised by a drunk.” Angel nodded and replied “That’s an accurate assessment, yes I am that girl. I just found my father a couple months ago. Since then, I’ve been trying to help various people and, in the course of doing so I came across your name.” His wife asked, “What do you mean you came across our name?” Angel told them in detail about the Kingsley’s and how they had sold her horses to Dean, and then how Dean had told her what

He said without looking at me. I laid my back next to Parker and looked at the night sky as well. "How I wish that I was born straight. Living a life like this is so damn complicated." He uttered that made me look at him. "We are fallen angels who lost our wings. I think we are born special. Don't blame yourself for being that way, Parker. There's nothing wrong with who we are." I said and this time, our eyes met. He smiled at me so do I. "Let's go to my place. It's getting cold here. You should take some rest too." I told him as I pulled myself to sit. I helped him get on his feet. "Thanks for keeping me sane, Sunny." He commented. I smiled, "No worries."

The ever familiar stinging of my eyes is back as my hands tremble. I set the book on my lap and slowly lay my hands flap against the top of it as another wave of tears rushes down my cheeks. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a faint sob. However, I don’t have to tell him what is on my lap. His deep voice asks, “Is that the pictures of our angels?” I keep my focus on the book and force a smile as more tears stream down my face as I mumble, “Yes.” The words burn against my throat as pain, once again, slices right through my heart.

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.

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.