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His Broken Angel His Rage
"How is she?" she enquired, still reeling from the shock."The doctor has tended to her injury but she is still unconscious," Martha fretted. "I'll be there," saying that, Angela disconnected the call and made her way outside. She told Theo everything and he took her back to the house. The house was eerily silent. Ignoring the oppressive aura, she made her way towards Nichelle's room along with Theo. Her heart was thumping rapidly. Guilt squirming at the back of her head. She had promised Nikaulas that she will look after Nichelle. He must be very upset. As Martha had stated, Nichelle was still unconscious. Gauze was folded around her forehead, her arms also had survived some injuries. She was covered with a duvet from waist down so she couldn't figure if her legs were wounded too. Guilt washed over Angela.The woman sat beside her on the bed and touched her forehead. "How did it happen?' she asked no one in particular. "I am so sorry. You left her under my charge and I failed. S
His Broken Angel Moment Of Vulnerability
After thanking the guard, she shifted her gaze tothe sacred building of church.Today was a special day.A year agoon this very day, she had ataste of bitter venom called guilt. Guilt is a heavy emotion. It weighs the bearer down. Likea barbed wire, itconstrictsone'sheart, mercilesslybitingand splitting it. The victim can't do anything but endure. Angela was enduring the pain for the last one year. On this day, she had lost her baby because of her recklessness.She had come to the church to pray for her lost child andfor seeking forgiveness. If only she had been more careful. She should have listened and waited for Carla instead of strolling intothe wet bathroomon her own. One slip and her life changed. The pain was nothing compared to the fear that had consumed her when she landed on her stomach.A tear slipped down her eyes as she reminisced that doomedday. Maybe it
His Broken Angel Family Issue
Nikaulas knew better than to take people at their face value. More often than not, people with beautiful faces have hedious soul. The sweeter the person is, the sour their heart is. He had experienced it first hand. Snakes and rats are abundant in mafia. He didn't trust eyes either. Darkness is denser beneath a burning lamp, likewise bright sparkling eyes often have despair and gloom hiding behind them. It's just he never expected Angela to be one of them.His first impression of her wasn't really favorable. He thought her to be one of those girls who always have their head in the clouds. A silly girl who possessed a strange fascination for her dolls. But on their second meeting, he came to realise she wasn't as silly as he thought her to be. The stupid girl had grown to be a woman of keen intellect. Her statements spoke of her wisdom. She was both beauty and brain. It was a pity her disability ruined everything for her. He had expected her to reject the marriage proposal. But, it tur
His Broken Angel Reward And Punishments
Nikaulas blew out a cloud of smoke as gush of winds played with his hair. The stunning view from his office balcony was veiled in thick blanket of darkness. He wasn't here to indulge in nature's beauty, he was here because he needed a getaway.He was annoyed and angry. This resentment was festering inside him like a sore. Some balls that oldman have. After sacrificing both of his children for his own interest, he says he cares for them. Nikaulas snorted in derision. Like hell he cares. He could forgive him for what he did to him but not for what he did to Nichelle. His little sister who deserved to live like a princess but was rotting away inside one room. If only that bald idiot had listened to him, Nichelle would not be in this state. "What got you thinking so hard that you didn't hear me coming?" a feminine voice broke him away from his thought. He turned to see Angela looking up at him. His brows drew closer in disapproval. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he raged, not at a
His Broken Angel Angel
The shift in his behaviour confused her. And then he caught her completely off guard by pressing his lips against the base of her neck, sending her heart into overdrive. She was slipping away. "Wha..what are you doing?" she forced the words out. In response he started peppering kisses up her neck, unleashing thousands butterflies in her stomach. " Rewarding you. Just what you wanted," he breathed hoarsely between the kisses. She gulped and shook her head. He didn't stop but continued to assault her delicate slope with his mouth. His hand holding her in place. "No," she crowed out and clenched her fists. His lips were inciting sparks everywhere they touched. They stimulated her insides and left her wanting more. Just like she had imagined, his lips felt heavenly good against her skin. "You lie," he held her nape in a tight grip and bit her hard right below her jaw. It was her punishment for lying. "Aahh," she struggled and moaned as his canine dug mercilessly into her d
His Broken Angel Inner Turmoil
She assessed his teeth marks with her fingers. One on her neck and other on her collarbone. They had turned a hedious shade of purple, tainting her milky white skin. Heat crept up her cheeks as the images flashed through her eyes. She could still feel his teeth sinking into her flesh, sending a sharp pain ripping through her. But the thrill it brought was equally exhilirating. For the first time, she had felt him under her skin. Is that what he wanted her to feel? That he has absolute control over her mind and body. With the way he was devouring her, she feared he was going to swallow her whole. His eagerness was both frightning and exciting. It was freezing cold outside but all she felt was hot. Scorching hot. She pushed her hair to the front, covering those bites. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she wheeled out of her room only to see Christoph and Alicia sitting at the table. They looked dejected. Angela felt a pang gripping her heart. They were helpless in front of th
His Broken Angel Waiting For Him
Angela's eyes snap in the direction of the door when it shot open. Nikaulas barged in and dashed straight towards the severely injured driver. His men stepped away. "Who were they?" he demanded from the driver who was sprawled on the sofa with his eyes half closed. The driver had a hazy consciousness due to the pain and couldn't answer his question. In a fit of frustration, Nikaulas bent and jerked the man up by his bony arm, not caring about his poor state. "Who the fuck was it?" he snarled in the face of driver. The driver stared dazedly into his steely eyes. His eyes begin to roll. "Don't you fucking faint on me," Nikaulas threatened. The driver blinked once before his head lolled back and he lost his consciousness. Nikaulas let out a cuss before letting go of the man. The driver fell back on the sofa. Angela watched him losing his calm from afar. He was troubled and so anxious. She wanted to comfort him but right now she herself was too panicked to be of help. Nikaulas swiped
His Broken Angel Rescue
"Look what the cat dragged in," Karl smirked maliciously as Nikaulas appeared from behind the door. Like he had demanded, he was all alone as his men escorted him in. Even while having several guns pointed at him, his gait exhibited nothing but confidence as he advanced towards Karl, staring dead in his eyes. The room was full of enemies but he wsasn't faze even a bit. If anything, his stance was commanding and his face stoic, betraying nothing. He didn't have a single weapon on him and yet it looked as if he was in the control. His cool and calm demenor was annoying but what unsettled Karl the most was his silver pools that were blazing with icy ire. Karl felt his nerves shrinking under his daunting gaze that promised hell. Karl put on a brave facade. He had to do it to prove himself to his brother. "You gotta drop that act of yours, King. Acting high and mighty will only get you killed," Karl warned the gangster and trained his gun on him. Nikaulas smirked. "Don't worry ab
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