Novel & Cerita Dad My Guardian Angel

That said she stood and removed her sarong to go join her brothers. Hunter shook his head slowly and said, “That kid is going to be the death of me.” The man he’d been talking to said “Wait a minute, since when do you have a kid?” Hunter briefly explained it to him, and then said, “I’d appreciate you not hitting on my nineteen-yr. old daughter if you don’t mind Garrett.” Garrett looked at him as if he’d lost his mind and asked “How do you plan on keeping guys from not hitting on her? Have you taken, a look at your daughter lately? My God Hunter she’s every guy’s wet dream come to life.” Hunter sighed heavily and responded “Yes, but she’s real Garrett, not some fake plastic bimbo who wants ev

“Ah, okay. Be careful son.” “You too, Dad.” Damian watched his father leave, then he walked over to the window, watching as his dad got in the car and left, followed by a black car. “Well, at least she still has protection on them,” he mumbled. Not that he doubted Angel wouldn’t do her job, but at times, he felt like he never saw anyone, so wondered if the protection she promised was even around.

“Hello, Madelyn. My name is Angel. I know you met my daughter-in-law, Emlyn, and that she told you about the Guardians. My mate, Liam, and I want to talk with you. Would you sit and talk with us? It smells like Cayd made breakfast.” Madelyn looks at me then at my mother and nods. Then she smiles. “You look like an angel,” she says. “She sings like one too,” my father says proudly. The man adores everything about my mother and I’m beginning to understand just what that level of adoration feels like.

I inhaled deeply once again, steadying myself before dropping the bombshell by saying, “It’s... Dad, Mas. Dad is your mysterious 'higher-up' guardian angel.” At my words, Mason instantly recoiled backwards as if I had just slapped him. His mouth opened, then closed, as if he was struggling to form words to respond to me. When he finally found his voice, it was filled with shock and denial. “What?!” He exclaimed, “Do you know what you are saying, sis? Dad?! That heartless monster who hates us to the core, he’s my guardian angel?! No, no, it can’t be! It definitely can’t be!” He paused a little as he let out a hollow laugh and then shook his head vigorously before adding. “No, sis. That monste

"If I died, would you take good care of Zara? Would you care for her like you have cared for me? Would you..." "Shut up, Beckett!" I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't listen to him anymore. I felt really stupid. "You're not going to die, Beckett! I love your sister. She is my daughter.. I will never neglect her. I know your illness has taken a toll on me, and I'm quite stressed, but Zara is still my daughter. She is still one of the reasons why I'm holding on to life. I can never not care for her."

“Yes, it’s not a big deal if Daddy can’t remember anything. Daddy just won’t be our Daddy anymore, but our brother instead. Not to mention that we still have a godfather!” Nolan trembled with anger as his expression dimmed. “Who’s your godfather?” “It’s Uncle Helios, the actor!” The veins on Nolan’s forehead bulged. “Who is Helios?” ‘My children actually have a godfather?’ Daisie stopped talking. ‘This is bad! Daddy doesn’t even remember our godfather.’ Maisie asked the two children to get into the car first. Nolan stepped forward. “I haven’t finished—” As soon as Maisie turned around, the two of them were very close for an instant. And she happened to look up while he lowered his head, so t

“I mean, if he had been any good, he would have taught you, his daughter, how to at least throw a punch. What you’re giving me is a bunch of…” Her flat palm hits me directly in my sternum with so much strength, it whips me off my feet and causes the air to whoosh out of my lungs. “There she is.” I say quietly to myself. “My father was a good man. He worked hard and I bet he could take you Liam Holstin.” She yells at me. I get back to my feet but before I can let her know I was trying to get a rise out of her, Rik starts instigating her. “That’s it Angel. Show him what being mated to a Guardian really looks like.”

Dante stated, his tone grateful. “You are my daughter’s husband and my mate’s son, and that makes you my son, Dante. I was not going to let you get hurt by a prick that didn’t know your worth” dad said, trying to sit up. I sat up and shook my head at him and went to push him back, but Angelina shook her head at me and put two pillows behind him before taking my hand in hers, squeezing it in assurance.

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head. Sleepyhead, close your eyes, Mother's right here beside you I'll protect you from harm, You will wake in my arms. Guardian angels are near, So sleep on with no fear. Guardian angels are near, So sleep on with no fear," she sings, stopping me in my tracks, her voice wavering at the end. "Darling, it's really me. I'm so sorry."