Angels Watching Over Me Book Novels & Stories

I concentrated harder and harder until I was cross-eyed, completely focusing on the math in my book. The bell rang, and the Math teacher left, feeling played and disappointed, but still, I couldn't take my eyes off the book, so heaven existed. It was real. Angels were out here watching me. I knew it. Some salvation. The... My internal monologue was interrupted when someone waved his hand several times in front of me. It was Paul looking at me awkwardly with narrowed slits. He pulled the book in front of me and took it away, returning mine.

by saying that I left the room I don't want anyone to pity me from the sky good angel : what's with this unexpected meeting evil angel : I told na destiny good angel : I also told you right love can change anything evil angel : let's see good angel : ofcourse let's see

Until we meet again, sweet girl, I hope you're dancing with the angles. END OF BOOK ONE

I read the Angel and demons, authored by Dan Brown. Duke gave it to me as a gift last valentines day because he knows that I love reading with a cute heart bracelet and with a teddy bear on it. I read until I fell asleep. Hoping for tomorrow when I open my eyes. He is already home sleeping beside me. Warming my body with his embrace.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

My beautiful Angel. My eyes moved to her stomach again. Her round, rigid protruding stomach. This time I let out an enraged roar that echoed through the stone walls. End of Book 1…to be continued.

“You can also use this notebook to write down your thoughts, your fears, and your triumphs. It will be a source of strength and a reminder that you're not alone in this.” Armed with determination and newfound purpose, Cordelia and Jared set out on their quest to uncover the secrets of the pocket watch, the black feather, and the Veil. They would face dangers, encounter unexpected allies, and confront the darkness that threatened to consume Cordelia's life. But through it all, Cordelia held onto hope. She knew that the strength she had found within herself, coupled with the unwavering support of Jared by her side, would guide her through the labyrinth of shadows and into the light of truth.

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.

I said and ate my chocolate, and as I was chewing my food, I muttered, “You must be indeed an angel coz you do not tell your name… Angels do that… They do not want to be recognized.” “And how do you know what angels do?” I shrugged my shoulders for I just know and read it in some books. “I read it on a book when I was still a little kid. They say there are also guardian angels… but I do not know, coz if it is true, then why they did not protect me? But now, I guess I just met you, Alpha, an angel in disguise?” “I am far from an angel, doll. And angels are not real, and if they are, they must be in heavens or you can’t see them.” The Alpha laughed a bit.

I shrugged, returning to my lecture, also adjusting myself into a more comfortable position. “...gifted with the lethal touch, assigned to take care of all the human souls-” “Boo.” “Aaah!” My lips escaped a frightened shriek, instantly shooting up, only to notice him, dressed in those same dark jeans, matching t-shirt and combat boots, a small smirk sporting all over his inhumanly angelic features as he intently watched me from just a few feet away. “Hello, Red.” “Watcha’ reading there?” He curiously raised one eyebrow, his dark gaze landing on the leathery book tightly clutched to my chest.