When Angels Cry Novels & Stories

Apparently it had evaporated and landed badly. I looked at the child. It was lost ... couldn't fly anymore. "Angel ..." I mumbled thoughtfully and held out my hand for it. Angel children ... You could still reproduce here. Didn't God say that something so sinful shouldn't happen again? Still, the angels looked so beautiful. God created them with love, you could see that. This child radiated an innocence that almost drove me crazy. It looked at me with blue and clear eyes. "Don't look at me like that!" I commanded, as his look reminded me of Kami's. It was almost as blue. It crept backwards in fear as I bit my lip lightly. I didn't know why, but I was under such pressure. I was so angry. God

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.

She felt full of beams thinking about it but then draw out her smiles upon remembering her poor angel. "Of course. Our angel is looking over us right now." "Do you think my baby is happy?" She couldn't help herself anymore. The tears she buried deep down inside now rose up and exited through her eyes. She was quelling herself from crying for the past two months because she wanted to show her family that she's fine, she's strong enough to handle the pain.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

Her voice broke as she asked, still hiccuping from crying for so long. " What? You were crying? What happened? Who hurt you? I am going to f*ck them over! How dare they? I heard someone crying earlier, but I was too mad to care. All I wanted was to pour my heart out." She revealed, already gasping after saying those few words. For a person like Angel, who loved gossip more than food, to have ignored cries, the situation must have been bad. How bad? Very bad, especially judging from how tired and dishevelled she looked.

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

Cool, don't lose your control this time' I chanted this mantra continuously in my mind and slowly walked towards angel, standing a bit far. Suddenly, angel hugged me and cried..."Angel, why are you crying ? Did someone tell you anything? Tell me? I'll break their bones!! Please angel! Tell me, is something wrong?" I asked her lifting her face. She nodded her head in 'NO'. "Then why are you crying ?" I asked confusingly as well as with worry. "Because I missed you, I missed you a lot! "she said and my breath knocked in my throat. What? My angel missed me? An immense happiness crept in my heart.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

Then, she immediately approached Reya who was still lying on a hospital bed with a sad feeling to see someone she loved sick like a helpless person now. "Why are you crying, Angel?" Reya asked surprised when she found the little girl suddenly crying in front of her, even though she didn't do anything. Slowly, Reya tried to sit up while leaning back. And now, she and Angel hugged each other after not seeing each other for quite a long time. Also, she didn't know why his messy wedding, Angel didn't come to attend his wedding. "I'm sad, Reya..." she whispered in a trembling voice, while Reya hugged the child again to stop the crying.