When Angels Cry Novels & Stories

"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.

My heart feels anxious in your absence. You… are my calmative Liam. You are the first person to enter my life and my heart and i want to cherish it all. Don’t let any negativity consume our relationship Bub. You can throw anyone away; shut anyway down, but don’t close yourself from me. I cannot bear it baby. Please". Lucas said and this time Liam couldnt hold himself. He launched himself in Lucas's lap. He was crying again. No matter how much Lucas had promised himself never to let him cry again, Liam was there crying again.

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

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.

Love is when you are ready to sacrifice everything for the one you care for, like Sky to Lalaine. Still sniffling, I pressed Anya’s number and waited for her to answer. “Is this you or one of the three little witches?” She asked as she answered the call. I chuckled. “Hey, don’t call my daughters that,” I sniffled, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. “Anj, are you crying?” She asked, and I could imagine her raising her eyebrows. “What do you mean Angela is crying?” I heard Dylan’s worried voice. “Did something happen to the girls?”

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.

Although she had no emotional connection to the guy she still cried after he dies, it was her father after all. Mike has been with his family this entire time and he always looks deep in thought, I haven’t seen him shed a tear, in fact the only person I’ve seen crying was Olivia, while Gabe, Mike and Mel haven’t showed their emotions today. I don’t think that is healthy but who am I to say anything, they feel how they feel and one thing I know is that they are all messed up in some way or another. River is standing in the end of the room talking to some people and she gives me a small wave. I wave back and all of a sudden Mike stands up and walks towards us.