Novel & Cerita How Could An Angel Break My Heart

I broke into tears and he held me in his arms wrapping one arm around my shoulder. “You know our heart and mind always have a debate when it comes to love and hate the same person. Your heart will choose to believe him while your mind will warn you to stay away from him. You know why?” I looked up at him and shook my head. “Because your heart is innocent it will be tempted by a gesture of love. But your mind always warns you because it knows he can hurt you again.” “Now tell me what happened between you two?” He asked me. “He found out that I'm Angelica.” I said in a low voice and to my surprise he just nodded his head.

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.

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.

"That's not how you acted when you broke off our engagement. Now that you need me, you've come crawling back?" Vivian slapped herself across the face several times. "I didn't cherish you when I should have. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. It's all my fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" I scoffed. "No need, Ms. Saddler. Please leave. I already have a girlfriend. Kindly see yourself out." Seeing that Vivian remained kneeling on the floor and was unresponsive, I called for security to have her removed.

Elijah’s voice cut through the storm, a blade of pure cruelty. “You don’t believe me? Well, sweetheart, I’m the one who ordered my men to kill Luciano.” The words didn’t just hit Angel; they burned through her, a sharp truth that destroyed any last hope she’d been holding onto. A choked sob escaped her throat, the sound of a soul breaking. She looked up, her eyes wide with a horror so deep it was almost beautiful. He watched the realization dawn on her face, watched her last fragile hope shatter, with a look of clear satisfaction.

[Victor’s POV] After finishing my second bottle of whiskey, I was drunk. The pain from my severed fingers on my left hand seemed numbed by the alcohol, but the pain in my heart only grew. With a creak, the door was pushed open. I suddenly sat upright. I struggled to my feet and reached out carefully, as if touching a fragile illusion that might shatter at any moment. My voice came out in broken fragments. “Rachel… you’re back…” “Darling, what’s wrong with you?”

"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.

Things have already come to this however, what's the use of keeping up with that lie? " Because I never wanted to pull you into my world. You are like an angel, pure and holy. And I? " I scoff, " I am the devil. I only know how to destroy. I didn't want you to get dragged into this hell with me. I never wanted you to experience this." "I don't understand, Lance. What are you talking about?" Kara asks, wiping away her tears.

My voice cracked with the weight of my despair. Ethan stepped away as well, leaning over the table, his voice soft yet firm. “We move forward by finding the truth together. Whatever happened in the past, it’s not too late to make things right. But we have to do it together, Sophia. You don’t have to carry this burden alone anymore.” My anger flared, and I snapped at him, my eyes filled with tears. “Alone? Are you going to be with me?” My voice trembled as I lashed out. “No, you are not, Ethan. Who are you to be with me in my problems?”

ANGEL'S POV Angel put into her mouth the drug that was given to her by the man she had met for less than a second; in other words, the young man was still a stranger to her. But she couldn't resist his teasing and drugs. Angel didn't think anymore because, in these situations, now that she's drowning in sadness, the only thing on his mind is, How can she escape from this sadness? But no one can ever escape sadness because, with every step we take, we cannot avoid carrying this sadness.Angel swallowed it because she didn't understand when she looked into Daem's eyes.