Angel Urns For Mom Novels & Stories

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles

My mom’s preference, innocent little angels that she collects from heaven every time she sneaks in there to satisfy some rather restless Archangel's needs. And, well, she speaks, “I will give you a little bit of the dark magic I use to cover my path.” And as she hands me a little vile, she only but laughs with a cackle, “Now use this wisely, and do try not to stay away for too long. This man will blow a vein in his fucking head.”

I knew, but with the way Richard had constantly glanced at Angela, I couldn’t ignore that look of desire in his eyes, and my mind was totally made up. After my call with Richard ended, I shut my door and made a call to Morgan Kingston. He worked at the Dark Realm Auction. And Isla Brown, my best friend, had told me to sell Angela off. The Dark Realm Auction is mostly interested in young girls from 18 to 25 years old. The call rang twice before Morgan’s deep voice came through.

It can't hurt. I take a moment, my throat doing that thing again, making it fucking hard to swallow. To breathe. It's the only lit candle in the place. Apart from Father Emiliano and his sister, no one comes here anymore. I try not to think about that, about her being alone up here, and walk back outside. I go to the edge of the cliff to the stone marking Mom's grave. It's a kneeling angel, wings spread wide, head tilted down, watching over her. She always said angels were everywhere, watching out for us.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

"Mother's special project. Mother's perfect little vessel." "I was barely existing when she died!" Stella's voice cracked. "I never met her!" "But she remembered you." Angela took a step forward, the gun now pointed at Stella. "Every ritual, every spell, every fucking sacrifice—it was all for precious Stella." "I never asked for any of it!"

The two little boys had destroyed her favorite stationery, too. “I don’t think Zane will be like them. Denver and Leo are young, Angel. When they grow up, I’m sure they won’t be so destructive.” Angel looked at her mom excitedly. “Where does he live? Can’t we go to meet him?” “Maybe after the funeral, Angel. Right now we have to go to help Aunt Lori. Let’s go.”

Her brown eyeballs looked bored, so Angela quickly picked up her sunglasses and put them back on. "I'm so sorry for leaving you a few years ago, but just so you know, I'm still your mother no matter what," Angela said, standing up. She let out a long sigh, then picked up her Gucci bag. Raising her face arrogantly, Angela said, "You must know my people who are here. Find them if you're ready to help me get your father's shares." Ace was silent, he didn't return his mother's gaze at all. Even when Angela walked over, and tapped her son on the shoulder twice, Ace still didn't give any reaction. His gaze was blank as he looked forward. His mind was going nowhere.

the lady said and took off her dark shades and the nose mask. "Hello Ethan," the lady said and Ethan's eyes widened "Mum?" Ethan said and Mrs Carter rolled her eyes. "Mum, why?" Ethan asked broken and Jeremy tapped his forehead with the tip of his gun. "Yeah, family reunion," Jeremy said and Mr Green laughed. "I am not your biological mother Ethan. Your mother is dead. Patricia, she is your mother," Mrs Carter said

Angel rolled her eyes lazily after hearing the rough banging on the door. “I'm up, Mom!” “Hurry up and take a shower and have breakfast. In less than two hours we will go to the chapel.” “Why is your mother so panicked? Is the chapel far?” “Huh, not at all. Only fifteen minutes on foot and five minutes by car. Mom was just too excited.” Angel threw the blanket and got out of bed. She heard voices like whispers from behind her bedroom door. She gestured for Xander to be quiet as she slowly opened the door.