Angel Name Novels & Stories

I conclude. “Kate, why do you think we owe her anything?” he asks. “Well, if she were your daughter, she missed out on the life I grew up with. We owe her something for that. If she were your daughter today, she could have been named Alpha instead of me. She’s slightly older than me,” I say. “Kate, you can’t be serious – she’s an Omega, she wouldn’t have been an Alpha regardless if she grew up here or not,” he states.

She didn’t even remember who she was. But it didn’t matter. I would take care of her and help her heal. I smiled softly and brushed her hair away from her face. “That’s okay, my dear,” I said. “You don’t have to remember anything right now. You’re safe and alive. That’s what matters.” She looked at me helplessly while her eyes glistened with tears. “Since you can’t remember your name, I’ll call you Angel. Because that’s what you are, a gift from the moon goddess.” I said gently

Callixta murmured questioning and talking to her womb while rubbing the floral silk in her navel part. “Their dad? Why Callixta, who's the father of that in your womb.” Angel asked while crossing her arms in her chest popping her breast in view. I almost grab her hand to get away, but I restrained myself. “Oh hi Ange - oh you don't deserve that name.” Callixta replied with confidence raising her brows.

'hah I needed to atleast form a bond with them especially this guy or else he'll kill me in the future! "I am Angeline Cliteria. 6 years old and a daughter of marquess Cliteria" oh she's pretty but why did she rolled her eyes when our eyes met? Seems like she hates me "Now that everyone are done introducing themselves, we'll start our--" I cut off our teacher's words "Weyt. Ay pwepware some toys" I stand up again and went to their seats to give their toys. It was handed by my maid to me.

feeling unsure and not really wanting to give her secret to other people, especially this newly formed family of unknown heroes. “What do you mean by special?” asked Brooke, as she touched Jane on the shoulder to console her. “When needed, I change,” Jane whispered. “What do you mean by ‘change?’ Like those things out there?” asked Gabe. Well, yes and no.” Jane took a deep breath and set them down. “Angelinka is a name I was called in the old language.” “What is Angelinka?” Scott asked. “Angelinka is old testament, a hound of god. And she is used when things need stopping,” Jane said. “And only then do I use her.”

He was like God’s perfect creation. She had not seen him since yesterday night, when he came back, her heart tightened again. “Daddy!” Angel had been happy to have seen Henry, “Daddy, Mommy said I should use the name Angel Xander, but I think Little Angel sounds just fine. I like that name.” Angel said while she gave him puppy eyes. “Angel, the word comes from Greek, Angelos. It means messenger of God, an agent acting as a messenger and envoys between Heaven and Earth by God’s will.” Henry smiled and explained, “Angel is a nice name.”

I nod and smile happy to share. “Of course. My dad’s name was Henry and my mother, Miranda.” “What?” “That’s not possible, is it John?” I look between them confused by their shock, wondering what is wrong. “Um, are you both alright?” They stare back at me as though trying to see something on my face. “Angel, what is your full name?” “Angela Gray, why?” They both gasp and look at each other before Mrs B grabs my hands in hers.

Her eyes even bore a resemblance to Shane's. Angeline's beauty wasn't the delicate kind. It was radiant and striking, with a hint of aggression. Her facial features were very well-defined. With light makeup, she exuded a sense of composure. But when she was in heavy makeup and formal attire, she shone like a sparkling gem. Moreover, Angeline's background was quite remarkable. During her teenage years, she was a well-known prodigy from Oceanford. She often won gold medals in international competitions and rejected offers from major universities abroad.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Her guardian angel said. “oh my goodness. Just when I needed you. How did you know I was here?” “Are you seriously asking me that?” the woman joked. Elena burst into laughter. “well, not exactly ma’am. By the way, I need to know your name. I need to know what to call you.” Elena said. “you can call me Angie.” Her guardian angel replied. “Angie? Is that your real name?” Elena queried with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, dear. It is. Now back to you. What have you been up to?”