Novel & Cerita When Angels Cry

It was the Cry of the Creator. Miguel dragged himself through dark alleys, being flogged by the rain, which descended hot and painfully through the stumps of wings at the top of his back. He was bleeding, staggering, and passed through empty sidewalks, crawling against the walls that made shadows in every new thunder that rumbled in the skies. The most Vraxious archangel in heaven, the one who judged humans and determined who was worthy to enter paradise, was fleeing from his obligations. The archangel continued on foot to his goal, a very discreet and familiar apartment complex. This time, he didn't come through the terrace, he didn't land with his beautiful and imperious wings. He came wal

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

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

Those were the same tears that Hannah had shed all those centuries ago when God disowned her and threw her out of heaven. Those tears served as a symbol of the hardship that came with being an angel. You’re made so pristinely pure that even the evidence of your rare flaws is precious to most. If humans could cry gold, then they would cry all day but for an angel, it was a sign of their fallibility and evidence of their imperfection. Fawn felt her wings disappear from within her and her angelic light dimmed a little which meant that her punishment had begun. She immediately found herself inside her hearth and the doors shut, shutting her in, away from everything and everyone else for the next

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

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.