Christmas Angel Blow Mold Novels & Stories

She took one step and two ladies joined her in the living room both in uniforms and so did a woman in a white coat and a gentleman in a black tuxedo. "Er, who are you?" Camila asked staring at the four pairs of eyes looking at her. "I am Mavis," one of the ladies in uniform replied "I am Marian," the other introduce "I am Dr Chloe," replied the next lady "I am Martin, your bodyboard," said the man in a tuxedo "We are at your service," they said in unison "Wow, Mrs Carter got all of this for me," Camila thought with a smile "Thank you," she replied with a smile and Martin took her bag upstairs to what would be her room

Then they had to stop and start over because they’d forgotten the angel. She stood about eight inches tall and was dressed in a beautiful white lace gown, with miles of angel white hair, with a silver halo and wings. Eventually all three girls had a hand on the angel and put her on the top of the tree. “Wait,” Jasmine complained. “She’s crooked.” Amy could barely speak around the lump of emotion in her throat. She had never participated even remotely in putting the angel atop a Christmas tree. To have this family that was so important to her include her this way, in fact, need her help for this ritual, nearly undid her.

For a drama queen that she is, Angel's spectacles would never come to an end. "Mommy, daddy.." She looks up at Ace and Scarlet, pulling them with her little hands and reaching into her bedroom. "I got you a Christmas gift too." She tells them in a sing-song way. She pulls a drawing from her cupboard which had a man, and a woman, and in between was a little girl and a boy holding their hands. Ace kneels beside Angel and asks, pointing to the little girl in the drawing. "Who is this beautiful little girl? Is she my princess?"

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

As if he could read her mind, he answered her silent questions at once… "I picked them up from the basement parking, right after you threw them out from your car. I just happened to be there at that time. I also chose to make these my Christmas angels this year. So, no matter what you decide regarding us, I'm still taking care of MY KIDS for this holiday season. That means they'll be expecting more presents from me and that's because of these angels," he explained with his sweet, charming smile in full force. And once again, she melted…

He motions. When I go in, I'm assaulted with the scent of fresh pine and the lacquer he puts on some pieces. In the corner, there's a shelf of handmade wooden toys. "These are beautiful." "They're for the big Christmas drive we're having this year. I made one for every kid with an angel on the tree." He shuffles his feet. "God, I love you." I cross the room, putting my arms around him. "You have such a great heart."

“I am going to take a shower.” Angelica agreed as she stepped outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. The smell of pine filled her nose, and she was reminded of Christmas. All she needed was some cocoa to complete the mood. She sighed as she could almost smell the chocolate of the drink. Her hand felt oddly warm as she looked down to see a cup in her hands.

He handed her the gift bag, and she just stared at it for a moment before looking back up at him. "Merry Christmas," he told her, watching her smile flare back up as she opened the bag. She reached in and drew out a beautiful snow globe. The base of it looked to be made out of gold. Carved into it were vines of ivy and roses. She ran her hands over them, feeling the texture, feeling every detail of the engraving. She quickly looked to the figure inside the glass ball, and her eyes shimmered with allure. Inside was a beautiful woman made of gold. She was decked elegantly in robes, her long wavy hair seeming to blow in an invisible wind. On her back were a pair of wings, and Jaida couldn't hel

The workers in Harry's mansion could be seen moving to and fro, it was Angel's birthday and they want to give her a early morning surprise. The decorations were so beautiful, with colorful balloons. "Angel's world" was written on each balloons. "Come on, she's coming. She's coming downstairs!" Bethel gave the workers a heads up. Sylvia smiled and wheeled the cakes stand to the center of the living room. They had made five gigantic cakes for her and all were pink in color.