How Can Angel Break My Heart Novels & Stories

“Go for the heart!” It’s just like it was in my office when Sebastian attacked us. I am holding him exposed, waiting for Angel to take him out. Unlike in my office, Angel’s fist punches directly under Keenan’s heart. I watch as she grabs his heart in her hand and I feel him flinch. She leans in, getting in his face. “You will never hurt anyone ever again, you disgusting creature.” I watch as her jaw sets and she rips his heart out of his body.

"I know you love me, I can tell with the way you moaned my name-" "How many times do I have to break it to you that: I don't love you, I can't love you, and I won't you… Look for someone else. My heart belongs to another okay?" Her heart was suffocating at the tone of my voice. The atmosphere in the room became intense. Angelica hesitated, unsure of what to say. She took a deep breath and it felt like every breath hurt. "I will make you mine." "Go ahead and try.... Just so you know? I'd never be yours."

Yet, he continued to surprise me with lavish gifts, claiming it was his way of showing his love. But the reason for our breakup was nothing short of absurd. On the day it ended, he had taken me to a Hermes store to choose the latest handbag. At the checkout, his card was declined due to insufficient funds. There, amidst the staring eyes of staff and shoppers, he broke up with me, accusing me of embarrassing him. His rationale was so outlandish that I suspected he was simply looking for a way out of the relationship. Jolted back to the present, I massaged my forehead, speechless.

Relief, anguish, love so raw it made her chest ache. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said hoarsely. “And yet,” Aria replied, folding her arms, “here I am. Watching you drown yourself in the rain. What are you doing?” “Breaking,” Ethan admitted simply. His voice was barely audible over the downpour. “I’m breaking, Aria.” Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to remain steady. “You should go inside before you get sick.” He gave an empty laugh. “What does it matter? The sickness is already here.” He pressed a fist against his chest. “It’s been here since the day I lost you.”

I had no choice but to leave, Julian and Christie were consoling Angel, I have only just got her and now she may end up rejecting me! When I got home mum and dad were shocked that she wasn’t with me and I just broke down in tears! I explained what happened and that I couldn’t lie. Mum assured me that the bond will take more than that to break us but I wasn’t too sure. She didn’t see the look on Angel’s face, hear the pain in her voice or see the heartache in her eyes. I have no idea how I can fix this but I have to try! I can’t loose my love, especially after hunting for her for so long!

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

This must be big, and he hated that he was in the dark… all he knew was that if she ever were to leave him, he might not have the will to live on. “Tell me, Angel?” He urged, unable to bear the uncertainty anymore. “Promise you’ll kiss me like you mean it, even if you were to break up with me today,” her words were dripping with profound sorrow, and her eyes were full to the brim with tears, despite her earnest gaze. “Breaking up with you was never in the dam*ned plans, Angel,” he drawled, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, despite his confusion. “Promise me,” she insisted stubbornly, as if she refused to listen to his words, to reason itself.

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the

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.

She’s now a fallen angel. “You can’t just break it,” The angel said. He was wearing a mini glass hour just like Cassy but the sand inside is not going down, it’s going up. “You know what will happen if you break the Sacred Rule. You are not just an angel in heaven! ” The angel stared at me and went back to Cassy. “You hold an important power in heaven. You just can’t. He’s not even a human! He’s a vampire! He needs to die!”