How Can Angel Break My Heart Novels & Stories

Danzel POV I threw the glass at the wall, letting it violently smash against it. I stepped on the broken pieces, watching them crush under my heavy shoes, exactly like she had crushed me. Angelina. "F*ck!" I screamed loudly, not able to feel the sharp pain go away. My heart was still not able to accept that Angelina could do such a terrible thing. How could she? The way her soft lips would naturally curve up into that beautiful smile. The bright eyes which lit up every single time she would get excited about anything. My beating heart clenched painfully at the sweet memories. My Angelina could not do this to me. I knew her.

He looked at me hurt. "Mia," he began. "DON'T." I burst out, "DON'T YOU DARE! I SLAPPED THE GUY I LOVED BECAUSE OF YOU! I GOT MY HEART BROKEN BECAUSE OF YOU! DAMIEN IS LEAVING ME BECAUSE OF YOU!" I laughed humourlessly, "I was such a blind person." I held onto my hair tight, "such a blind person to not see this! Your true side...I always thought of you as the guy who could never harm anyone...BUT YOU ARE A MONSTER. HOW CAN YOU ENJOY PLAYING WITH PEOPLE'S FEELINGS. HOW CAN YOU BE SO RUTHLESS."

It was a glass piano but the pieces were like a jigsaw puzzle and broken. “Is this…” Mira trailed off to the broken view that she was seeing deep in Angel’s core. ‘Due to his painful past that he couldn’t release or let go. He’s hurting himself from within, Mira.’ “No wonder why his melody is broken.” Mira covered her mouth while crying in sympathy that she was having for her beloved mate. ‘Please, help him out.’

Please don't cry. I'm still standing in front of the closet. My feet are shaking, and my eyes are getting blurry. I can feel my heart sting. Angelica's words fall from her mouth, but my heart is the thing that's breaking into pieces even though it is still holding up to my chest. It's just that the strings of my heart cannot hold it much longer that it wants to set it free and let it go. No veins would like to keep this living machinery beat anymore. I might start giving it the benefit of the doubt. My heart should've stopped beating a long time ago. But instead, I keep it up as if I can still survive this trench I've been put into.

Mate bond was starting to fuck me up. The pull was too strong and I wanted to break it before things got out of hand. I felt the bond break between us. I felt as though some part of my heart was cut off, leaving a hollow. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"Angelina cried out, clutching her heart so tightly. I wanted to go and comfort her but I think that was not a good idea. "I had no choice but to reject you, Angelina."I felt the need to explain to her. The bond between us wasn't that strong anymore like when I laid my eyes on her.

I'm hurting, my heart is bleeding and I'm slowly dying. Is it this painful to love like a Logan Falcon? I thought he was my lucky charm, the Angel that the heavenly God gave me. But it's not. Because he is also an angel who will try to destroy my heart now.

"Be honest with your heart" and I see them both walk away from me, leaving me alone. "All he did was get me involved in his revenge fight. " I tell myself in my mind. "But what we lived through this experience seemed so authentic," Angel tells me softly.” I miss him, ”says Angel. "What?" I ask her in shock. “Yeah, I miss him. I didn't want to tell you anything because I want you to be happy, but I want my fated mate. " "But he hurt us!" I shout in my mind.

"It's not enough—he's not healing—" My hand trembles, but the light doesn't falter. I won't let it. "I said I wouldn't give up," I whisper fiercely, tears rolling down my face. "I meant it—" Azren whimpers. "...Angel..." My heart shatters all over again. "I'm here," I choke, leaning closer. "I'm right here—" His hand finds mine. "You're... burning out..." he croaks, his voice barely audible. "I don't care," I whisper.

“You’re disgusting.” “So you’ve said. Multiple times now. Getting a little repetitive, baby girl.” He held up his fingers, blood from my bite mixing with the slickness of my arousal. “But you’re still wet. Blood and cum. Pain and pleasure. That’s us, Angel. That’s always been us.” He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear, his tongue tracing one final, possessive circle that made my whole body shudder despite every ounce of hatred in my veins. “I know what you really need. You need to be broken and fucked and used until you can’t think anymore. Until all that grief and rage and guilt just… disappears. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give you, baby girl. Whether you want it or not.”

Jesse I watch her go, my heart in tatters. I took the already cracked, broken organ and slammed it into the floor. My angel is crying, upset, and hurt. She thinks I don’t love her, she thinks I blame her. I saw it in her eyes. I don’t.