I Hear The Angels Cry Novels & Stories

He extended his other hand and wiped the tears off the angel's face. He took a step ahead, crossing the transparent obstruction to the crying older without another thought. He was able to put his arms around the older as the other cried into his shoulder, clutching onto his shirt. Emotions all over the place, not realizing that he went through the curse without any damage to embrace someone's scars.

My mom had left me in this dark world, which I was still in denial about, but God brought me this angel. Ace took the paper, wrote something, and gave it back to me, “You should cry, don't hold back, pour your heart out, don't be strong, just cry.”

She rinsed the soap off her body before she started on her hair and continued singing. “Somebody cries in the middle of the night….the neighbors hear, but they turn out the light…a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate….when morning comes it’ll be too late…..Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams give her wings…and she flies to a place where she’s loved…concrete angel….A statue stands in a shaded place….an angel girl with an upturned face….her name is written on a polished rock….a broken heart that the world forgot…through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams

I loved you and I am sorry, Eric How Do You Talk to an Angel? The Heights I hear her voice in my mind I know her face by heart Heaven and Earth are moving in my soul I don’t know where to start Tell me, tell me The words to define The way I fell about someone so fine How do you talk to an angel? How do you hold her close to where you are? How do you talk to an angel? It’s like trying to catch a falling star At night I dream That she is there

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

I can't remember who she is. "But I can still hear it. You are alive. We can hear you heartbeat clearly" that old woman told me. Suddenly I heard a baby crying. Goosebumps arose on my skin hearing that baby crying. I felt something soft, tender, feather like tiny palms grabbing my fingers. "Angel, open your eyes. See our baby boy besides you. He is holding your hand angel. Feel his touch angel. Our baby boy needs you. I need you. Our family needs you. Please don't leave us. Come back for us angel" that voice told crying badly.

Fandrey asked, "Valeria won't come down because she's in her confinement period, so who are you waiting for? Are you waiting for us?" "Yes, I saw your car and I haven't seen both of you for a long time. I miss you very much." Angel's eyes were red as she said that and she reached out to rub her eyes. "Grandpa and Grandma, I really miss you." Angel was choked with sobs after she said this and her tears rolled down her cheeks. Of course, she couldn't cry so easily because she didn't have Azalea's acting skills. The reason why she suddenly cried was that she rubbed some menthol on her fingers. It entered her eyes when she rubbed them just now, so she began to cry.

I feel blood oozing from somewhere behind my head too, and my head starts pounding. Somewhere in the crowd of people surrounding me, I spot Angel crying and running to me. I close my eyes and spread my hands on the floor to welcome her, but I don't feel her running into my arms like she always does. I don't even hear her cries anymore. My body gives up on the pain and fear. I hear nothing but silence. I see nothing but darkness. I fall unconscious.

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

Royal cut in and walked out of the class. Angel bit her lips hardly trying not to cry as she also left the class,she sniffs and turned to the direction leading to the dressing room. "Twinkle" she heard Christian's voice and stopped walking without looking back,Christian ran to her and came in front of her. "Are you Okay?" He touched her face and a tear dropped from Angel's eyes. Christian said nothing and just pulled her into a soft hug. "Angels don't cry" He muttered,patting her back until she was calm.