Mc Presidents Broken Angel Novels & Stories

Angel and two other girls were blocking the doorway. “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t little Ms. Pretty Woman.” She said referencing the Julia Roberts movie. “That’s who she looks like. Right girls? A whore turned classy in that dress.” They all laughed. “What do you want Angel?” Panic began building inside me. They stood like a blockade of soldiers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Angel twisted open a red soda and took a sip before saying, “Do you know what I hate more than anything?” I didn’t bother answering.

“Angela Jones. Once untouchable. Now sitting in front of me, begging.” He leaned in again. His hand came up, rough against my chin, forcing my face up so I couldn’t look away. “I remember everything,” he said. “The way you laughed after kicking me down. After you made me look like some disgusting monster.” His grip tightened slightly. “It feels good seeing you like this,” he continued. “Cornered. Broken. And finally… begging me.” I held my breath as his fingers pressed harder under my jaw. “I’m not asking you to forgive me,” I said. “You can hate me forever. Just... help me.”

Women like her are not expected to be modest but Angela was different. “I know you have made them for me. Stella told me,” Alvira replied feeling grateful for having her as her madam. Angela was the one who had given her shelter and food when she was wandering the street with a bulging belly and no home. “So, how is it?” Angela asked, her doe eyes grew in curiosity “As always delicious,” Alvira remarked, smiling. Angela gave her a tight-lipped smile remembering something. Pain flickered in her eyes. The maid also couldn’t help but feel bad for her madam. She could see the pain hiding behind her bright smile. Her madam had many qualities but her best quality was mending others while being bro

“Even if they offer it to you, you know it is forbidden to do so. Malakith and your demon kin are breaking the rules.” Pedro sputtered his mouth while lifting his shoulders waving his hand. “You Angels have always been so keen on the rules. Your rules don’t apply here. The Almighty’s hands hasn’t touched earth in years, if ever.” Pedro shook his head. “Face it, Angel your Heavenly ruler is an absentee parent.” Gabriel shook his head in disbelief. “No you’re lying.” His voice was even rasped with anger. “Don’t make excuses for why you broke the rules…”

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

"Ate? Manang Cora is already asking for the payment, because the list of our debts to her store is already long." ***** While walking on their dark and small road, Angel kicks every stone she steps on. This is what she hates the most when her Kuya isn't around, she doesn't know where she will turn to. She hates this feeling, when she doesn’t know what to do. She will borrow and then she doesn't even know how she will pay. Hey, life! She whispered as she looked up at the sky. She was greeted by the dark sky with twinkling stars.

She looked at me, letting me see her vulnerability. "What do you want me to do, Danzel?" she asked, leaning against the wall. "Because all of this," she motioned between us, "seems like a complete waste of time. I am broken, Danzel. And now, I have no way to repair myself. I am not the girl you abducted before." A tear escaped Angelina's eye, but she was quick to wipe it away. "I cannot heal myself for you," she said.

Marisa asked breaking angel away from her thoughts. "Oh, I am usually up this early for school anyway, my body is probably just used to waking up around this time." angel explained. Marisa nodded in understanding, and then an awkward silence filled the room. angel wondered what marisa thought of her. angel is a seventeen year old girl who was pregnant. She probably thought of her as some whore.

Steel Moretti — the man who once terrified half the nation and rendered entire boardrooms quiet — was kneeling before me, presenting a diamond ring so stunning it reflected the light of every candle. “Angel,” he started, voice quiet, rough. "We've endured turmoil, bliss, and all the crazy spots in between." We’ve battled, chuckled, almost harmed one another, and yet we’ve arrived here and I've come to understand…” He looked at Majesty, grinning. “…this feels like home. You. She. Us. I placed my hand over my mouth as a tear rolled down. He extended his hand toward me. "I'm asking you — not out of a need to possess you, but because I can't picture another day waking up without you shouting at

He promised her. Angelina wrapped her arms around her uncle so tightly as though she was afraid that he would disappear into thin air. It's not that Angelina didn't trust her uncle or something. It's just that…she didn't believe his words because she has been failed so many times by the people she trusted the most.Angelina had started to believe but then the unexpected happened, crashing her trust completely, leaving her broken. __ The mafia Don stared at the sleeping angel in his arms. ‘Angels are not supposed to be broken,’ He thought.