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he stated with assurance and eyes filled with sincerity. Grandma smiled back and turned to Madame Fefe, who started mumbling words and vibrating like an alarm clock. Annoyed about her decision to proceed with the diviner, Antonio stormed out of the compound, slamming the door after him. Grandma Elizabeth sighed heavily and turned to Angela. "You too hun, I have to be with her alone" Grandma said, smiling weakly. “You will live for us Grandma, for Aguero, I believe in miracles, and I pray it will be a positive outcome".

I paused momentarily at the sudden thought and grinned slightly. "My child is an angel," I mumbled softly and climbed up onto the bed and laid down. "How can it be an angel?" Sagon asked and I explained that Noah's grandmother was an angel once and passed on the gene to Ezra then he passed it on to Noah. Sagon chuckled deeply and said that will help the little one against the darkness that helped create it. That made me feel a thousand times better so I had a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep next to my guardian demon.

she turned to face me. I was silent for a moment while contemplating. “You’re talking about people who are kind enough to give an opportunity to a person. I think you’re trying to say that there are still people like grandpa who are not feeding on preys. Rather, they are like the angels sent from heaven to help people. Ew, that sounds so cheesy.” I grimaced. She didn’t reply. A satisfied smile appeared on my mother’s face before she tapped my shoulders and stood up. I immediately followed her but she stopped me.

He beamed with joy and said, “May your life be filled with laughter and joy, my grandson.” Then it was Grandpa Lamb’s turn. He looked at baby Ian, smiling from ear to ear, and said, “May you surpass your father’s wealth and kindness, my grandson.” Then he handed his grandson to Pastor John. Grandma Judy looked at baby Kian and said, “Hello, baby Kian. May the Lord be kind to you and bless you with wisdom.” Then it was Grandma Gloria’s turn. She had tears of joy in her eyes and said, “Baby Kian, may the Lord guide and protect you always.” Then she kissed her youngest grandson, and then she handed the baby to Uncle Owen.

“You have a good night.” “You, too,” Memory said, not bothering to turn and see who she was talking about since she likely didn’t know them anyway. “See you tomorrow.” “See you then!” Ellie said with a wave, and Memory followed her dad to the door. It was snowing gently as they headed for his truck. Memory stopped for a moment and tipped her head up to the sky, letting the snowflakes kiss her cheeks. When she was little, her grandma used to say they were angel kisses, sprinkled down on her from her mother and the rest of their loved ones in heaven.

I finger quote the 'test me'. "Angel, I th--" "Shut up, I'm trying to eat here. Unlike you, I do have school!" "Angela! Stop misbehaving!" Mom reprimanded me. "Don't mind her dear, she's just like this. Speaks without thinking!" I do not!

Sally's POV I shook my head. "No", But I have read about them. They are ruthless soldiers tasked with protecting magical creatures like me. Some would call them our guardian angels. Both my grandparents and parents met them. Even though I have never crossed paths with them, even though the Goddess has destined me to be one of the guardian angels. Honestly, I am the most ungrateful son to ever walk on this earth. “Liar,” I heard Albert's voice in my head as he stared at me.

Mr Garcia recounted "I would advise you, my child. Never no matter what support evil. Always stand for what is right and never look on especially when you have the power, when evil is going on," Mr Garcia advised. "You may feel alone right now but once you have seen your mistake. Pray to God and I know He will give you a reason to smile again," Isabella said and Mr Garcia nodded. "I would go get breakfast ready," Isabella said and stood up heading towards the kitchen. At the penthouse, Ethan, Olivia and Jeremy were all together in the living room.

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.

The water is rising, nearly to my chest. Suddenly, my hair turns white, and my bruises start to heal. Maybe I was meant to die, but not today. "ANGELIQUE," a faint voice calls me; it’s my grandmother. This old woman never seems to rest; she’s always on my head. "Yes, Grandma?" I respond. "You need to push the water back to where it’s coming from," she says. I roll my eyes inwardly. "Have you lost your mind?" I ask in disbelief. "No, but you must push the water back, or both your life and your brother’s will be at risk."