Heartless Angels Oakley And Levi 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.

My flight mode was activated and I wanted to leave but it was too late. They had seen me. ************************************ OMG, what do you think would happen? Please do vote and comment. Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

We simultaneously shouted at each other. Oh my gosh! She's started ruining my day. There are so many girls that will Angel to be friends. Why is it Lorelei?! Tsk Tsk… it's bad luck. " Do you know each other?" Angel asked us. " No " We simultaneously answered her. As I know it's too unimaginable that Angel will be with Lorelei who's been acting like a bitch that doesn't look okay to her. Angel is kind of mannered, sweet and lovely unlike Lorelei.

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.

Her medical supplies were quickly laid out, her focus entirely on Clint’s injuries. Laying the twins down in their makeshift crib, I approached Angela. Her face was drawn, eyes clouded with worry, but not for Clint. “Levi... he’s still out there," she murmured, glancing towards the door. “He was fighting alongside the townsmen. He was so brave, Olivia.” The raw emotion in her voice made my heart constrict. “He’ll be alright, Angela. Levi’s strong, and one of the best fighters we’ve got in the pack.”

I placed my hand around his neck and looked at the other two angels. “Frey!” One of them—a brunette cried. “Please! Don’t hurt him. We are just here for cleaning up the place!” He said, holding the other blonde boy—a younger one close to him as if to protect him. I let the angel go and placed a barrier on the place, reinforcing Leviathan’s barrier making him raise a brow at how careful I am. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Leviathan smiled sardonically towards the angels. “Now, let’s start from the top. My friend here isn’t really patient now. Where is Ashley Wilson?”

meanwhile in the dark sky two love cupids evil angel and good angel evil angel : why are you looking depressed good angel : can't you see their pain two guys dying for her and this girl loves him more than anything I'm sad to see them heartbroken evil angel : it's their fate no one can change it we still don't know what's there in that girl's heart good angel : I want to see happiness evil angel : life is mixture of both happiness and sorrow good angel : I will make them happy at any cost I will heal their hearts which are craving for love evil angel : woah I will watch

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.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.