How Could An Angel Break My Heart の小説・ストーリー

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!”

With that, I squeeze hard, and he groans, then I rip his heart from his chest. He collapses, dead, his eyes wide in frozen terror. I sit on the edge of the bed. It isn't long before I hear Angel's movements. The bathroom door opens seconds later, and she looks confused. Her eyes widen when she sees me, her body trembling as she supports herself on the doorframe. I hold out the heart, still warm, dripping through my fingers. Her expression ashen, her heart beating wildly as she looks at the heart in my hand. “Angel,” I breathe, my voice shaking with possessive relief. I’ve missed her so much. “I brought you a gift.”

Oscar POV. I held the guy who hurt my baby, he thinks that heaven war was hard, wait till he sees my anger, he broke my little and now I'm here to break every single bone in his body, I'm here to break his spirit, to clip his wings off. He'll see pain like no other, the one who hurt her is a fallen angel, one that has fallen for the sky, he had his chance to be there, and he had his share of the war, but she was a child.

I said. "Angel was not a kid too. Look at us now" He said. "Angel was teen when you took her. She don't love you, Kevin. She is afraid of you. But my zoe loves me" I said. "Break her" He said. "But-" "She will continue to throw tantrum until u break her. Girls like her never give up politely" He said. "You don't understand" I said pulling my hair. She is not meant to be broken.

Maybe I was hearing things, but he sounded sad? “What happens if we break it, and if we don’t? Is this thing rare or?” I asked, the questions spilling out of me at once. Maybe it was the angel booze, but had he always been so kind? And hot. God those wings, I wanted to run my fingers through the soft feathers. “Between an angel and a human yes, it is quite rare. I have only ever heard of several cases. If we don’t break it our feelings will continue to intensify. If we do break it, while painful, the feelings will dissipate.”

He don't have to call the woman 'babe' as if he doesn't have a girlfriend! And why does seems like it happened in reverse! I mean, Angel already lives her own life to the fullest and seemed to have already moved on. Then he looks like he hasn't. He's cold. He looks like a broken hearted person who still doesn't move on. Maybe someone broke his heart aside from Angel! If that's the case. Then who might be it? Who might broke his heart? Haist! Complicated! So very complicated! I want to know what happened. But, how?

The girl who held the terrifying power to crumble me into pieces if she simply wished it. For this entire past year, I had merely been surviving. Just breathing so that my family could continue to live. I have countless enemies—ruthless people waiting in the shadows for me to show just one moment of weakness so they can shove a stake through my heart and rip it open. But little did they know, my heart had already been ripped wide open the very moment my Angelina left this world.

He finally cried it all out. Angel was heart broken as she watched from a distance. She had never seen a man cry before, let alone for love. She had never seen any man love genuinely too. She only knew the bad side of love but never the good side. She started to recall her memories with her past lover and how everything ended up in chaos and went down the drain with the glimpse of an eye.

It's like I said only dickless assholes cheat and my dick is very much intact. "Angel, I need you to calm the fuck down and think." I ran my hand up and down her back to soothe her because now she was crying too hard to breathe. "Why did you do this to me?" She screamed like I'd cunt punched her, her body shook with the force of her tears and then she crumbled in my arms and wailed; my fucking heart damn near stopped. Fuck me somebody broke my baby's heart, I've never heard her like this and I've heard my girl cry before. Somebody was going to bleed.

"Don't you like the party idea? Did we say something wrong? Honey, tell me.” "No," Angel whispered. A single, fat tear spilled over and ran down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away. She looked at me for one long, agonizing second—a look full of so much betrayal and pain that it felt like a knife in my chest. Then, she turned and ran out of the room. I heard her feet pounding up the stairs, followed by the distant slam of her bedroom door. My heart didn't just break; it shattered. I wanted to go after her. I wanted to break down that door and hold her until she stopped crying. I wanted to tell her that I was the one who was sorry.