When Angels Cry Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

The resident on-again-off-again so-called couple of Silverdale University were unbearable to stomach at the best of times, but today Angel was feeling exceptionally sensitive and so she ducked into the nearest restroom with the intention of giving herself a moment to breathe. What she didn’t intend was to find somebody crying inside. Cringing at how loudly she had entered the restroom, she thought for a moment of turning right back around and heading out again. Maybe whoever was having a full-on snot session inside the farthest stall wouldn’t hear them come in over their own crying. Yet the moment the door clicked shut behind Angel, the

The man was talking, but the sound of gun firing made him scream in pain, falling down in his own pool of blood. “Alex, Alex, please stay with me” Was the angel crying? Do angels cry?. I continued to ask myself as my eyelids began to close. I was so tired. So weak. I just need a little sleep. “Alex please, it's me, it's…” That was the last words I heard from my crying angel before I welcomed the much needed darkness that consumed me.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Looking at Angel’s tearful face, Monique’s tears started to fall once more—huge droplets landed on Angel’s hand. “Mommy, don’t cry. Angel will follow Mommy.” Angel wiped off her tears with her tiny hands repeatedly while she stared at Monique, trying to hide away her tears. She did not want to upset her mother. If she was suffering, Angel was willing to leave with her. Monique looked at Angel tenderly and hugged her with one hand, while she wiped her tears away with the other hand. She raised her head to stare at the ceiling and held her tears back.

He woke up after god knows how much time in a room. His throat was parched. He heard the door opening and he sat up, leaning with the bedhead, covering his ears he was begging for mercy. He was shivering with fear as he heard someone approaching him. "No. Please. Please let me go. Please. Don’t please". "Hey Bub. Liam. Baby. It’s me. Open your eyes Bub". Wait what.???? He snapped open his eyes and launched himself in Lucas's arms crying loudly.

Angela's eyes snapped open at a point, and she burst into a loud cry mixed with uncontrollable coughing. Antonio cursed loudly for her to hear. “You wanted to be Diana so much, but you can't even be half of what she is”. Angela's eyes were soaked with tears, she coughed and brushed the tears off her face. Her chest is heavy with fear and pain. Her red eyes were soaked and wide. What is she crying for? She signed up for this. She wanted him to treat her like Diana, and now she wants to be pitied? Suddenly, she felt his fingers dig into her scalp and grabbed a handful of hair.

Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right.