Novel & Cerita Female Angel Names

, the Elderly lady gave her a sweet smile that caused her skin to scrunch. "Ammo! Why do you call me Angel?", the little girl asked. "Because you are an Angel. My Angel! Your mother's Angel", the Elderly lady said. "But Angel has white wings and a white gown", the Little girl spoke as she was curious to know about the Angel. "You also have wings but it's not visible for us to see", Elderly Lady who was the little girl's Ammo replied to her. "Huh? Ammo your words confused me because my name is AASHMAAN", the Little girl replied to her maternal grandmother.

“She’s Angel.” The room stilled. Angel. The word seemed to hover in the air, sinking into every heart. It felt right. More than right—it was perfect. She was their miracle, their savior in the darkest storm. Alisia’s lips trembled as she whispered it aloud. “Angel…” Her hand pressed over her chest. “Yes. She’s our Angel.” Xavier’s eyes softened, the sharp edges of his soul melting away. He placed his hand over Alisia’s, his voice steady and proud. “Angel Knight.” His gaze swept across the room. “Our little bundle of joy.”

In the olden days, There was a girl who was extremely known for being “unlucky”. She’s a very beautiful young girl who has experienced lots of misfortunes in her life. At that time, God sent a powerful and trustworthy Archangel down to the earth. He’s called the “Angel of God” also known as “Help from God” who lived in a disguise on earth. It is a name that he only uses as a disguise on this land. God entrusted him to protect the people of the land and the souls of the dead in the hands of evil. He was the guardian of the souls in the land of the dead and the land of the living.

Aiden said while we held our baby together. "What shall we name her?" Aiden said to me. "Angelina." I said to him as our child looked like an angel of the Creator and was my precious gift. “Roselyn.” Aiden added as she was his precious rose “Wolfen.” we both said that at the same time. We had decided a name for our beautiful Werewolf Vampire princess. She was to be called Angelina Roselyn Wolfen and we hoped just like her parents, the creator would be with her too as his last audible words to us had been:

When she said Almighty creator, all the light flickered there. "And you are...an angel?", asked the soul again with curious in a fine voice. Then it thought, " why not give it a try? Anyway if didn't accept this they will take me to the utmost hottest hell. l am decided to obey what the angel said. Atleast l can erase my past life's wrong deeds through this rebirth." "lf you think am...then l am. Oh! l forget to tell you. My name is Aidah. l will be serving as your guide", said the PA by waking the soul from thinking after a deep breath.

At this time, Angeline walked over like a small adult with her hands behind her back. She raised her head and looked at Baby Zetty from top to bottom. After seeing a photo of Angel, Baby Zetty thought that her younger sister was as beautiful as an elf who had descended to earth. Now that she was seeing her with her own eyes, she was even more shocked by Angel’s beauty. “So you’re my little sister, Angel. Right?” Baby Zetty asked. Angel pulled Joseph away from Baby Zetty and asked suspiciously, “I’m Angel Ares. Who are you?”

’ Finally, Tony broke the kiss, dropping his dress shirt on the floor. It landed softly. He looked at the pretty stranger who’d haunted his thoughts for a whole month. His name is Angel. ‘Angel.’ But why does he feel like he was the ‘devil’? Sent to ruin him? To tempt him? Looking like this.. Angel’s soft lips were pink. Wet. Starting to get swollen. And Angel’s eyes? It was shiny. Confused. Wanting. Tony smirked. “Have I starved you for too long, babe?”

Someone impossible. A ghost. Angelica.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

They hadn’t yet decided on a name, though both had been tossing ideas back and forth for months. “She looks like a little angel,” Elena said, her voice soft. Angelo nodded, his gaze never leaving their daughter. “She does. What about Angelica?” Elena tilted her head thoughtfully. “Angelica... I like it. It’s strong but sweet, just like her.” “Angelica Fabian,” Angelo said, testing the name out loud. A small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s perfect.” Elena laughed lightly. “You say that about everything when it comes to her.”