روايات وقصص ضمن Meaning Of Heart With Wings

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

Nathaniel looked composed and stared at Angelina's swollen red lips hungrily before licking her lips once, twice then pecking her. "What!" he growled at the man while the man shrunk, this was the second time he would be interrupted from kissing his Angel to his heart's content. "Sorry" The man's ears and neck were red, "I thought you'd like to know more about these wings" the man stuttered, squirmed under Nathaniel's hard gaze. "No.." "Yes." and Angelina turned to Nathaniel, stared at him with widened eyes until he nodded his head dejectedly. "The wings are called Bicentennial Monument and are referred to in Creole as the Moniman trwa lezel (three–winged monument)" he said.

the doctor asks. “Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape.” “Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres,” he murmurs. “I don’t have any wings.” I frown a little at his immediate smirk. “Angels without wings are a rare and dangerous breed,” he drawls. “I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me.” “They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.”

When she opened her eyes, she could not believe what she was able to glimpse for a moment. She saw invisible outlines; many of them, of feathers. It brought a small smile to her lips. ‘He still has his wings.’ A warm feeling came over her, causing her to feel love, hope, and understanding through her. ‘His wings were never taken from him, just vanished from his sight.’

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

The cursed one with wings of fire and eyes like a dying sun. Maybe that’s all they were ever prepared to see. Because that’s what happens, isn’t it? When people are afraid of something… they don’t try to understand it. They try to destroy it. Her wings flared slightly, reacting to the rising surge of emotion that twisted deep inside her chest like a second heartbeat—older, angrier, more ancient than she had words for. A deep hum echoed through her bones, and the air buzzed with restrained wrath. But Olivia still didn’t move.

Her heart thundered as she went. Inside her chest, something sharp began to take shape—fear, yes. But something else too. Dread. . . .

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

This is… this is hurting him. “Why can’t we?” I whisper, shattered by the defeated, almost panicked look in his eyes. “What–what did you mean?” “I can’t get you pregnant–” “I don’t–whether we have kids or not is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment–” His lips part, but he hesitates, and then I get it. What he told me earlier. The wings.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.