Novel & Cerita The Cruel Angel's Thesis Lyrics

This is my oath, because just as the song says: “Lately I don't know What to believe in I'm running from my angels But I'm battling my demons Crying every night I'm screaming What's the point Or even breathing?” (Hamilton - Bunch of Bones) What's the point of breathing if she is not with me?

This world is so cruel. ***

Tears welled up, blurring my vision and threatening to cascade down my cheeks. He was just as eager as if he had been waiting for this moment too. As I leaned over him, my arms wrapped around him tightly, and the tears that had pooled in my eyes finally spilled over, tracing wet trails down my cheeks. My sobs echoed in my ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen over everyone else in the room. I am sure that they must be enjoying our pain because they are all nothing but sadistic. I don't believe in humanity anymore. "How are you, Angel, and why did you come here? It is not safe for you," he said in between his cries, his voice breaking low but I could hear him clearly.

Elijah’s voice cut through the storm, a blade of pure cruelty. “You don’t believe me? Well, sweetheart, I’m the one who ordered my men to kill Luciano.” The words didn’t just hit Angel; they burned through her, a sharp truth that destroyed any last hope she’d been holding onto. A choked sob escaped her throat, the sound of a soul breaking. She looked up, her eyes wide with a horror so deep it was almost beautiful. He watched the realization dawn on her face, watched her last fragile hope shatter, with a look of clear satisfaction.

A sound tore from my throat—something raw and inhuman that made the guests shudder. “Vin… cenzo…” My eyes turned bloodshot, and my voice trembled in anger. “I’ll make you pay for this… in blood!” “Rachel’s body is with me,” Vincenzo smiled. “A few of my men have certain interests. I suggest you stay calm. Otherwise–” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the unspoken threat was far worse. “You wouldn’t dare!” I roared. Vincenzo said nothing in reply, so I broke first. As I broke down, I choked out, “Give her body back to me…”

ANGEL “Luckily you didn’t cúm, my initial plan was to cut out his tongue and then fuck your pússy with the same knife,” He continued, mania burning in those silver depths. I recoiled at his cruelty, he didn't even feel any remorse for killing an innocent person? Not just any person, but my only friend. “It’s my body, I can have sex with whoever I want. Anyone can make me cúm! You don’t own me to be this jealous!”

she states with full assertion like she didn't just utter the most ridiculous words I have ever heard. More angers pours into my chest. “Is that what you're going with? Ridiculous verses and statements that the priests filled your head with?” Confusion flutters over her face. “They are not ridiculous. It's the truth.” Studying her closely, I realize she is being really serious. She's actually going with the bullshit of love thy enemy. Well, I'm not. “There are no priests here, no one would ever lock you up again if you say a word,” I lean a little down, my eyes burning into hers. “Whatever god she used to scare you has no fucking say in my territory. So tell me, Angel—who is she?”

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

When Brianna sang, it was a song titled, Angels, and the most profound lines goes thus; Maybe it'll end one day, This darkness consuming me. My angels will come, Break me out of this cell, Overwhelm me with blinding light, Chasing the darkness, And I'd be enshrouded in light, A soul worthy of the angels. Those lines resounded deep within me and I could only think, who really are you Brianna?

She was too innocent for him. He laughed out at his words. Innocent for Ronald? She was too innocent for him, Greg, as well! He knew he wasn't a saint but he would never hurt her. Pure angels like her were not meant to be hurt but treated as the delicate beings that they were. He would surely make her his and his alone. And no man would stand in his way. ❤❤❤