The Cruel Angel's Thesis Lyrics Novels & Stories

I growl with each lethal blow I deliver. “Mine. She is mine. My mate. My fallen angel. My girl. My woman. And you dared touch her! You fucking dared mark her! You dared to claim what belongs to me!” I slam his head against the floor continuously. He gasps, coughing blood. I press my forearm across his throat as my hand curls into a fist again, my bloodied knuckles about to connect with his bloody face again, but… “No, Cassian…!” I hear Angel’s voice somewhere behind me. It trembles with panic.

Even in his arms, I was dreaming of warmth and comfort. I was dreaming of burrowing into someone else’s arms and holding onto him until I fell asleep. I dreamt of cruel blue eyes and an even blacker heart. I didn’t realize I was crying until the Angel leaned forward and wiped my cheek after placing my wet, shivering body on the luxurious leather seats of his car. “Don’t cry, sweetheart…” he murmured, sliding a finger down my cheek. “He’s so cruel.” I whispered, shaking with the force of the hiccups that racked my frame. “Men are so cruel. All they’ve ever done is hurt me. What did I do wrong? Why do they keep hurting me? Why does he hate me?”

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

"Sparkling angel, I believed You were my saviour in my time of need Blinded by faith I couldn't hear All the whispers - the warnings so clear I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door There's no escape now, no mercy no more No remorse 'cause I still remember The smile when you tore me apart You took my heart, deceived me right from the start You showed me dreams - I wished they would turn into real You broke the promise and made me realize It was all just a lie Sparkling angel, I couldn't see Your dark intentions, your feelings for me Fallen angel, tell me "why?" What is the reason? The thorn in your eye (...) Could have been forever Now we have reached the end This world may have failed

“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 word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

“They shot at us. It could’ve been you. You think I can just forget that?” “I haven’t forgotten. But locking me in here—” Angel paused, collecting himself, “—won't make it better. I’m not a crystal. I won't shatter.” “You might,” Tony whispered. “And if you do… I won't survive it.” Angel’s throat tightened. Tony’s arms tensed, his voice low.

The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil One day someone gave up, he stood in the middle of absolute loneliness The blazing beam above the crown almost burned him alive Suddenly raindrops trickled painfully, causing him to fall deeper Awareness of the world is pitying a young angel; paralysis of body and soul They take t

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

He probably know they wanted to use it against him that's why he has imprisoned her in this cube. "Let me go, please." "That I can't do right now. The stakes are too high at the moment. What you hold will unlock something within me. I can assure you that it is not weakness but rather the cruelty, lady." The Angel of Death walked around and her glares follow. "You don't want to upset me, Amorivia. Trust in me when I release you." "Are you trying to make me betray my friends? Are you really hoping that I would just because I've seen how pitiful you are? Nothing changes!"