I Hear The Angels Cry Novels & Stories

“I’m about to lose my life here and you’re trying to make my death look uncomfortable.” “For the fact that you’re dying why bother making it look comfortable??” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Seven threw his hands in the air. “It does. You’re just too stupid to understand.” “Careful.” Seven waved an index finger about her face. “You’re going too far.” “Sorry.” Angel hung her head. Witt Lowry’s “Dreaming With Our Eyes Open,” piano intro filled the room. “Your phone,” Angel said. That was Seven’s ringtone.

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please."

Out loud, I just nodded. “Well,” I said calmly, “good luck with that.” She gave me a tired smile. “Thanks for the support.” “Don’t get used to it.” I slipped out before she could ask anything else. Dirty Angels was already alive when I arrived. Music thumped through the walls, lights pulsed across the crowd, and the usual collection of beautiful people had gathered to drink, flirt, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. The whole glamorous circus was out to play.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

his voice was shaky just as much as his hands were. Adonis raised his hand up and the death angel levitated up into the air, choking and feeling strangled even though no one was holding onto him. "Lo....lord Adonis" he croaked out. Giving his raised up hand a swing, Adonis had the death angel slammed against the wall and his head oozed out red blood. The eyes of all death angels present widened. Death angels only had blue blood. Red blood, warmth, sweat were not things that death angels could feel. Once a death angel feels such, he has done the forbidden... He has fallen in love.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

A few minutes later I slowly feel my senses returning and the events leading up to this now flood my brain. Without opening my eyes, another high pitch scream reaches my ears as well as high end curses as I now realize it’s not a tune, but someone screaming and cursing. “STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE!” comes a female voice; their voice shaking. The sound of tears within their voice as she pleads for mercy. Wait! That’s not just some girl. That’s Angel! Snapping my eyes open, I move to adjust them quickly, taking in the scene before me. For there in front of me was Angel and Caleb. Gasping, tears begin to rise before I’m even aware of my own surroundings.

My heart was already racing up and air was getting less. I held on the wall as I took a deep breath. “Breath Siren, Breath Siren” I kept saying to myself. My ears suddenly heard some sobs. I slowly walked toward my mother’s bedroom. I slowly placed my ear on her door as I heard her crying and prying. She was praying for my late father and brother. She missed them so did I. Today tears didn’t appear on my eyes but a sharp pain on my chest was all I felt. I guessed Apple’s betrayal really took the remaining living part of my dead soul.

Talk about life being unfair, but this was just my luck, I cried, and cried, and cried some more. It reminded me of when daddy said he should put me to torture people along with the demons, I was annoying, annoying enough to get heaven all fed up with my crying, I just cried and radiated negative energy, all the angels looked at me with disgust, even mama couldn't help me calm down, instead she just held me, she just told me things would get better. "Fine Nova, you got my attention," the same damn angel says, he's the reason for all of this. I jump toward the reason for all of this and start slapping his chest over and over again.

he cried. I froze and stared at his tear-stained eyes. No, no, no! This couldn't be happening. My Angelina couldn't leave me. She couldn't go, leaving me all alone. I collapsed to the ground and gripped my hair in sheer misery. My body shook as tears fell from my eyes for the first time. "No!" I cried out loudly at the burning house. Angelina is gone... My Angelina is gone... My love is dead...