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His Broken Angel Keeping Her Close
The door creaked violently as a man opened the door for her. A stream of sunlight dashed into the warehouse but got lost in its darkness. She got inside the warehouse, apprehension uncoiled itself in the depth of her stomach like a wounded snake. The room was cold and dark but what made it ominous was a foul smell that infested it. The smell of charred skin. She didn't have to think hard to know whose. Her chest constricted painfully. Killian went way too far with this. "Turn on the lights," she forced past a tight knot in her throat and demanded. She could hear her pulse in her ears. A soft click rung in the air before a faint light illuminated over him. It wasn't strong enough to light up the whole room but just enough to shed light on him.A crushing agony wrenched through her insides like a hot knife, almost immobilising her when she spotted him sprawled in a small chair. Almost lifeless. His long legs were spread out, his head lolling back in the chair, His whole body was shea
His Broken Angel Persuading Him
"Killian wouldn't let you," she argued back, feeling her face burning with hot rage. "You wanna see?" he dared her, digging deep into her eyes. He wasn't kidding. He was fucking serious. If she walked out on him he will make the whole world regret it. She had no fucking idea the length he could go for her. If he can sit here and quietly take all the torture for her, he can wreak destruction too. And no one will be able to stop him. Not Killian, not his dad, not even her God. Nobody. Angela felt a chill coursing down her spine when she noticed a flash of sternest resolve in his eyes. Those silver orbs had never looked this fearsome, this deadly. Her features crumpled. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you just let me go?" a sense of defeat in her tone. A drop of tear slipped down her eye. This was tiring her out. Never in her life she had imagined that one day she would plead with him to let her go and he would threaten her to keep her with him. He slid down the chair
His Broken Angel Power And Dominance
"No..no....Don't say that," she shook her headas tears poured down her cheeks. Her defencescrumbling in the face of his confession. How long she had been craving to hear it from him. She had always daydreamed about him confessing to her. So much that it had started to feel like a far-fetched dream now. "I love you, sweetheart. I love you......" he repeated over and over again for her to listen and believe it."Don't say it...don't.." she lowered her face and clenched her eyes shut. She didn't want to hear it for it didn't bring her boundless joy she had expected but a ruthless stab of pain. It didn't make her heart flutter but squeezed it brutally.He held her tearstained cheeks and brought his lips closer to her face. He will take all her pain away and fill her life with happiness. He planted a brief kiss on her cheek. mumbling the words against her soft skin. A chaste contact and he felt his entire being glowed up. Ho
His Broken Angel Without Her
Everything sucks!The world had stopped being beautiful without his green-eyed beauty. It was now dull and cold and cruel. It wasn't his first heartbreak but it hurt much worse than the first time. The inside of his chest felt hollow. In place of heart, a violent pain kept throbbing inside it. The burn of heartache was mercilessly tearing through his inside. He didn't want to feel this constant burning that she had left him with. It was a cruel torture. He didn't want to go on without her. The shadows were hunting him again. He felt the vicious claws slowly closing over him, dragging him back into its clutches. Only she could set him free. But she was gone. His angel was gone. Without her, everything was pointless. Everything. "I love her, Mom," he utterd while blankly staring off at the wall. Deep melancholy filtered through his expression, it had dulled his eyes. His head was on her lap. Back in his childhood, he would come to her and put his head on her lap like this whenever
His Broken Angel Trust
She eyed him up with a calm expression before stepping aside for letting him in. He walked in like an agitated animal. Leah took a sip of her drink. "Theo and I are divorcing," she revealed with a faint smile. After he woke up, he told her that he will divorce her. Nick turned around sharply and fixed her with a flaming glare. " I want you to tell Angela that we didn't sleep together," he stated, completely ignoring her remark. Her smile shrunk. "You can tell her this yourself," Leah replied with a small frown between her brows. Disappointed that he was here for her. "She doesn't believe me," he replied. Leah smirked humorlessly. "What makes you think she will believe me?" she asked in a bored tone. He bounded over to her and stared down at her. "She might or might not. I have no other way to prove it to her. If there is even an ounce of chance that she may believe you, I am not letting that go," he firmly asserted. There were already a sea of differences between them.
His Broken Angel Meeting Again
Angela dabbed the gloss on her lower lip and smacked her lips together. With that she was ready for the occassion. Today was a special day for Alma. The company had suffered a slight dip in beginning but it recovered quickly and was now thriving. Angela had devoted herself to work now. She was tired of crying and hiding under the covers. The world wasn't going to stop for her. Alma was doing exceptionally good and so now she wanted to try her luck in other areas as well. With that intention, she had invited XZN a fashion brand to form an alliance with Alma by share swapping. And today was the announcement party of that. A big day for her. She retireved her phone to message her driver. While typing her gaze flitted to the date and a realisation woke in her. Two months had passed. She wished she could say they went like breeze. But that would be a big fat lie. She missed Nichelle, Chris, Alicia. Despite everything she was still in contact with them and was happy to know the divorce had
His Broken Angel Kill For Her
Nickaulas was leaning over the balcony with a drink in his hand. Angela had completely ignored him. He had to see her and talk with her. Did she not miss him at all?"Either you are a fool or overly brave for coming here," Killian's voice ripped him from his thought. Nick turned slightly to aknowledge his presence. Killian looked serious as he stood in front of him. "What's your intention of being here?" Killian asked pointedly. "I wanted to see my wife," Nick answered matter of factly. Killian's gaze dipped to his ring finger where his band was sitting. "She is not your wife anymore," Killian's raised his gaze to meet his eyes. "She is," Nickaulas affirmed. He didn't care about social norms."I let you go once because of her but if you hurt her again even Angela won't be able to protect you," Killian warned him. Nick didn't waver from his stern glare. "You are misinterpreting my intentions. I am not here to hurt her, I am here to win her over again. I can't and don't want to liv
His Broken Angel Heart Talk
Nick turned and traced his feet back to where she was. Everyone watched him shell-shocked. Angela had heard the shots. Twice. He killed him. The woman flinched when the door swung open. She noticed small splatters of blood over his suit. He did kill him. Nick walked over and kneeled to her eye level. He was dangerously handsome. The moment their eyes met, he changed from a merciless killer to a lover who wanted nothing but soothe his beloved. His gaze soft and tender as they assessed her body for more bruises. There was one on her wrist. He gently held her hands and lifted them to examine it. His nostrils flared."Are you hurt somewhere else?" he questioned. The fact that someone managed to hurt Angela in his presence made him feel angry at himself. "You..you killed him," her voice was trembling. He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. "He deserved nothing less," Nick didn't sound a little bit remorseful. "You killed him in front of so many people. Do you realise what it means?
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