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Load after load drops until the submissive is too drugged to even speak. “She likes it.” The vampire goes to a table and picks up a riding crop. I step between him and the redhead. Between the vampire and his prey. It’s probably the first time anyone’s told this vampire no. Santiago looks shocked. It’s a good look for him. “I said stop.” “Very well. It’s time to eat, anyway.” With a flick of his fingers, he orders another club servant to come forward and loosen the rope around the young woman’s wrists.

Please God, let them not realize they deserve better, let them be my friends forever, please don’t spoil it this round,’’ I whispered a prayer quickly. My phone beeped and I picked it up to listen to the song. ANGELS BY MICHELLE MORRONE. I plugged my earphones in and listened to the song as I followed Cage’s instructions Life was awesome, the world was a beautiful place, a place full of dreams, if you were careful to see it, careful to open your eyes and notice the beauty in the world. I listened to the beautiful lyrics as I stood up to open my curtains. The world looked bright, the sun was shining bright, making everything to glisten, like crystals. I was smiling with my eyes closed as I in

But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above. Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as I collapse onto the soaked ground. The raindrops merge with my tears, and the world around me blurs into a watercolor of pain and despair. I let out gut-wrenching sobs, each one tearing through my chest like a knife, as if trying to free my heart from the prison of love and betrayal.

"My only love, please stay safe... I'm sorry, I can't do anything for you." And then, as if the heavens themselves empathized with his broken heart, the first raindrop fell. It landed on Henry's cheek, cool and gentle. Confused, he looked up again. And then, as if the sky couldn't contain its own sorrow, the heavens opened. The rain came down in a torrent as if the sky had been saving its tears for this very moment. The drops, each one a testament to the pain he felt, mingled with the tears streaming down Henry's face. The rain intensified, becoming a downpour that mirrored the storm raging within him.

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.

*splash* The puddle flew, dropping its scented contents on her. She had jumped out of the road to avoid the speeding car from running her over, yet, the fate she met was comparable. The contents of her bags went flying in different directions, while she crashed to the ground. “Oh God, no!!” She wailed, staring at the food that would have lasted her siblings and her two days, scattered all over. “What to do, what to do?” She kept muttering to herself as she stood up, her soaked clothes, a far cry from her current predicament. She was exhausted from all the work she’d done to pay for the now perished food.

What greeted us was a torrential storm with raindrops thick enough to resemble shards of glass or slivers of wood. I remember, when I was young and we’d have storms like that. My aunt Lily would say that the angels were crying. I chose to believe that’s what was happening. The angels were feeling Max’s loss and were crying tears of remorse. I know that it was my loss too, but, since I’d never set foot in the house, all I felt was the sorrow of not having an alternate place to move into. Without his house, we’d be forced to reside at mine with Evan and Angela.

Raindrops fell from the dark gloomy sky as if crying for a fallen angel. Her funeral was full of tears. She was well loved by many. People wept, wailed, and screamed. She was gone too soon, too early. I scanned through the crowd and saw unfamiliar faces drenched in misery; except for one— jet-black hair and eyes of silver-grey stared blankly as her coffin was slowly lowered down six feet underground.

Sleep tight. I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes. And that’s when I can’t hold them back. First, one small crystal bead escapes from my right eye. I can feel the warmth, sliding down my cheek, and rolling off my chin. Until my eyes flood with them, coming like a rainfall. There was a rawness as I cried, like the pain was still an open wound. Maybe Stevie Ray Vaughan was right when he said, “The way people come into your life when you need them, it's wonderful and it happens in so many ways. It's like having an angel. Somebody comes along and helps you get right.”

At that time, I had no idea that she would be an angel to my life which was no less than a hell. I broke down, as all the memories of my past flashed in my head all at once. I couldn't take it. I got up and walked towards the middle of the road. I knelt on the empty road. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my voice. So loud that I could hear a slight echo of my voice approaching me. And I broke down. I started crying bitterly as it was paining a lot. "I am sorry. Please, don't go."