Angels Cried Novels & Stories

I brought my three-month-old pup, Nico, to my mate's pack for the Moon Gathering. The Blackwood pack lived deep in the northern pines, hidden from human eyes. Margaret Bailey was the Luna of the Blackwood pack, mated to the aging Alpha who rarely left his den. Her word was law in the longhouse. While my pup was sleeping, my niece, Raven Blackwood, and her friends carried him to the second floor of the longhouse and threw him out the window. My baby died right in front of me. I lost my mind. I shifted and tried to carry him to the pack healer, but it was already too late. He was gone before we ever made it there. Because my niece was still a minor under pack law, she barely faced any consequences. The Council ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in blood money, but my sister-in-law, Seraphine Stone, howled and screamed, accusing me of trying to destroy their bloodline. I cried until I felt like my heart had been clawed out. All I wanted was justice. But my mate, Damien Blackwood, and the Luna, Margaret Bailey, only snarled at me. "Raven is just a pup too! Are you really going to destroy her future just because your son died?" I never got my revenge. In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a broken heart. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Moon Gathering. This time, I immediately called my birth pack and asked them to take my son away. But even then, my niece still threw a baby from the upstairs window.

My father was framed and thrown into prison. To save him, I married the Grand Chancellor, the most powerful man in the palace. On our wedding night, my husband was relentless. He took me again and again. Each time, he came close to losing control. But the very next day, a royal decree arrived. My father had been sentenced to death. I knelt outside my husband's door for days, begging him to save my father. He looked at me coldly and said, "If your father hadn't reported mine back then, my father wouldn't have died such a miserable death. I wouldn't have been sent into the palace either, forced into a life that stripped me of everything I was. "Now things have changed. If you behave and serve my family obediently, I might consider sparing your family." On the day my father was executed, my husband wore a richly colored cloak and personally oversaw the beheading. He even brought the daughter of the man who framed my father into our home and made her his second wife. For three years after that, he never stepped into my room again. I cried and resented him, but he used my family as leverage to keep me in line. It continued until the case was reopened one day and fully investigated. The king himself cleared my father's name. I was granted a special royal pardon that allowed me to make two wishes. My first wish was for my family to live in safety and comfort. My second was to sever all ties with the Grand Chancellor forever.

I stopped at her cell and if it was impossible for me to stop breathing, I think I did for a second. The second I met her eyes, those brown eyes, my wolf cried out inside. I could't stop staring. She had an oval face, pale skin, large brown eyes and full lips. Her hair was a mess and I could see her shivering. To me, she was the most beautiful woman to walk the realm. “Caden?” Dorian's voice pulled me out of the trance. I had even forgotten he’s there. “What’s your name?” I demanded. She bared her teeth at me and looked to the side. I couldn't sense any wolf. Could she feel anything? Is she drawn to me, the way I'm drawn to her. The Goddess gave me a wolfless rogue as a mate after all the years of waiting. This wasn't fair. *** Selene ran from her pack, locked her wolf, and chose exile. Alpha Caden spent years hunting rogues. Now the Fates handed him one as a mate.   The bond is silent on her end, he could easily reject her. That's what his pack would want, Instead he’s dragging her into his cabin, telling himself it’s protection.    Selene knows that if he learns who she really is, he’ll chain her and deliver her back to the Alpha she escaped.  When enemies close in and her secrets threaten to rise to the surface. Selene must choose: run from the Alpha who could ruin her… or risk trusting the one who might be her salvation.    

His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason. "The dress fits you well,” then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?" His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance. "So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise. "What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words. He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth. "Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly. "What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief. A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more! "Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on." This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull? "But you already have a lot of servants!” I protested. “And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?” This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!

“I don’t remember losing you.”His fingers tighten around mine, warm, familiar, like they’ve always belonged there. But I remember everything. The silence. The distance. The night I found him in bed with someone I trusted more than him. So I pull my hand away. “You already did,” I say quietly. ******************************* Elena Hart spent three years married to billionaire Alexander Cross, three years of cold indifference, quiet humiliation, and a love that only existed on paper until the night it shattered completely, she walked away without looking back. Divorce papers signed and her freedom within reach, but two weeks later, everything changed. An accident leaves Alexander with no memory of the last five years, no memory of their broken marriage, no memory of the divorce, no memory of the woman he became. To him, Elena is still his wife. And somehow… the only person he wants. Pulled back into the Cross empire under a carefully constructed arrangement, Elena agrees to stay temporarily for her sister’s safety, for her own future, and for a deal she cannot afford to refuse. But the man waiting for her is not the one she left behind, this Alexander is attentive, gentle and devastatingly aware of her in ways he never was before, he remembers how she takes her coffee. Not the nights she cried alone. And the more he gets closer… The more dangerous it becomes, because Elena knows the truth: This version of him isn’t real and when his memory returns, the man who broke her will come back with it. But what she doesn’t know— Is that the memory loss was never real to begin with. And this time, the man she’s learning to trust again… Might be the one rewriting everything.

Betrayed. Broken. But not defeated. When Kayden stood before Clove and spat the words, “That is not my child. You cheated on me!”—her world shattered. Three months pregnant and deeply in love, Clove never imagined her husband would accuse her of such a thing. “I would never betray you,” she cried, clutching her belly. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her own sister, once her confidante, turned cold. “Sis, the evidence is solid. I wanted to stand by you… But you’ve disgraced our family.” Clove’s blood ran cold. “This is your doing. You and your venomous mother,” she screamed. But Kayden had made up his mind. “I don’t trust you. Get out.” One shove, one fall—and everything was lost. That night, Clove bled more than just tears. She lost her child… and the man she thought she’d grow old with. The next morning, the divorce papers came as mercilessly as his accusations. She signed them in silence and disappeared. Years later, Clove returned. No longer the weeping wife, she was now a powerful CEO. Her first move? Destroy Kayden’s empire. But Kayden was no ordinary enemy, and her plans met wall after wall… until he came. A mysterious man with piercing eyes and a quiet, dangerous charm. “Marry me,” he said, “and no one—not even Kayden—will be able to stop you.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re his uncle. Why betray your own blood? And why me?” He smirked. “Marry me first. Then I’ll tell you truths that will change everything you think you know.”

Meadow Alvin was just a teenager when her world collapsed.Born into poverty, her parents worked as servants for the powerful billionaire Anderson family. Meadow knew her place in their world, until she fell in love with the one boy she was never meant to touch.Matt Anderson.The boy who whispered promises of love.The boy who stole her innocence.The boy who destroyed her life.After sleeping with her, Matt shared a video of their intimate moment on the school forum and threatened her into silence. If she ever appeared before him again, her parents would be fired and thrown into the streets.Then Meadow discovered she was pregnant.Desperate, terrified, and alone, she begged Matt—the same boy who once swore he loved her—to stand by her.Instead, he called their unborn child a mistake.He ordered her to get rid of the baby.He erased her existence.With the school principal preparing to expose her and her own parents ready to force an abortion, Meadow had only one choice:Run.Seven years later, the broken girl who once cried in empty classrooms no longer exists.Dr. Meadow Enrique is now a world-renowned heart surgeon brilliant, respected, untouchable.She is engaged to Ethan Hawthorne, the man who saved her when she had nothing and became the father her daughter deserved.Meadow never planned to return to the city that shattered her.But fate has other plans.When she is summoned to perform a high-risk surgery on Adam Anderson the father of the man who ruined her life Meadow is forced to face the past she buried.And the man who once called her child a disgrace…Now stands before her drowning in regret.But regret does not erase abandonment.

After Penelope Hart, a rich socialite, loses her memories, she starts pursuing me relentlessly. Having played the role of her boyfriend for the next three years, I realize that I've developed actual feelings for her. When Penelope gets pregnant, I plan on proposing to her. That's when I hear Jonathan Parker, the high school senior who used to bully me, tell her, "Penelope, thank you for pretending to be amnesiac and pull a prank on Edward for 99 times just to get revenge for me. "Once you've pulled the 100th prank on him, I'll date you." Only then do I find out that Jonathan is the man Penelope has been yearning for but can't date the whole time. As for me, I'm just the clown whom she uses just to please Jonathan. Later on, I die in a plane crash. After searching for my remains like a lunatic in the wreckage, Penelope finally locates a ring. A message is carved on the band. "For the 100th prank, I bet you love me." Rumors have it that Penelope has cried her heart out while on her knees to the point that her body goes into shock, resulting in her getting sent to the hospital. When she wakes up, she decides to get revenge on everyone who's involved in the pranks that were used on me. I, on the other hand, burn my medical records with a smile on my face on a winter night in Ferentia. Since Penelope decides to toy with my feelings with her fake amnesia, I decide to fake my death so that I can teach her a proper lesson in life.

My childhood sweetheart, Samuel Burton, once promises that he will marry me the moment we graduate from college. But on our wedding day, he shows up late. When we finally find him, he's tangled in bed with my stepsister, Vivian Holcomb, in a hotel room. In front of everyone, Ethan Fuller, the heir to the wealthiest family, steps forward and boldly declares that I am the one he has secretly loved for years. Five years into our marriage, he remembers every little thing I say, and I truly believe I am the person he cares about most. Until one day, when I'm doing housework and accidentally find a confidential folder hidden deep in his desk drawer. The very first page is Vivian's resume. On it is his own handwriting. He has written, "Priority. Above everything else." Behind it is a hospital operations report I have never seen before. The date matches the night of my car accident. I was rushed to a hospital owned by Fuller Group, yet no surgeon ever came. By the time I woke up, the baby I'm carrying was gone because I had lost too much blood. I cried in Ethan's arms until my voice broke, but I never told him the full truth. I didn't want him to worry even more. But now I finally know. Vivian was also injured that night, and the order Ethan sent to the hospital was— "Pull every specialist available. Treat Vivian first." My tears soak into the page, blurring the ink. "If I'm not your top priority, I'll disappear from your life then."

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'