Novel & Cerita Guardian Angel Heaven Tattoos

Ends “Hey my beautiful Angel, I know you have joined college, it’s your dream to become a designer and I know you’ll achieve it, I’ll be waiting to wear your handmade design for me, remember this you’ll be my personal designer, may all your wish come true and I know my Angel is a warrior, who doesn’t back out from anything. Here is my wish for you Angel, Keep smiling, your smile lit up my small world. Hugs and good luck wishes” - Your Admirer

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The words 'My kiddo' and an angel holding a magic wand were inked there. "Cole, this is a divinely beautiful tattoo." She murmured, stroking it, and he just beamed at her. "You have always shown me the right path and brought back happiness and my parents into my life. You are truly an Angel, my Angel. I love you very very much." He confessed from the core of his heart, taking her hands in his and kissing her knuckles. "I love you more, Cole." She rested her head on his chest and placed a soft kiss on the tattoo. He closed his eyes, embracing her, and a contented smile flashed on his face as her soft lips came in contact with his skin.

" What do I need to do for you to be mine? "If I do that, I will never be able to go back," he said, anticipating what was going on in my head." If you touch me, Elena, the way you want, nothing in the world will make me have the same image that the Creator did. The angel of death will bow to the powers of the queen of hell, and the world can never be the same. If you do this, you will be changing Destiny's plans, because our future is a government far from hell. And you will be condemning me to him, as you did with that human, as you did with the demons you expelled from the earth in the previous year. If you want to free me, you will be stealing my eternity as an archangel and guardian. I

Angel stared at the vast blue sky and said in a somber tone, “Jacque, what will happen to us in the future?” Gale cast a fixed stare at the blue sky. His gaze was thoughtful and sharp. It was as if he could pierce through the skies and change the order of the entire universe with his gaze. “Angel, you must believe in me. We can definitely fulfill our wishes.” There was a dark expression on Angel’s face as she nodded. Truthfully, after the countless failures and reincarnations that she had experienced, she no longer expected to have her wishes fulfilled. However, she did not want to discourage Gale. Therefore, she was willing to give him her all and accompany him on this journey.

The Guardian gave a dramatic pause for effect, and then, started the lecture/ story on stars. Ever since time begun, the human world have been fascinated by two things, angels and stars. Angels move with a speed rivaling the speed of light, that it usually seems as though they teleport. But then, one by one, the angels disappeared, leaving the Guardians to tend to things. It was grueling and boring work, till the day a star fell. At first, fear reverberated throughout Eden, since only stuff from heaven could fall in Eden. The few Guardians approached the star cautiously, not knowing what exactly it was. On the top of the giant star, a sentence, simple and short in the sentence He knew we cou

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

It smells almost familiar and distant. Opening the first page, it described the gods that had ruled centuries ago. I was shocked when I got to the line that pointed out the unity between humans, angels, werewolves, and vampires. I didn't even realize angels were a thing. In actuality, I thought the werewolves and vampires were fantasy. The mark behind me is also exactly like the birthmark of the angels. Whoever tattooed that on my back seemed to know the angels. I have no idea how I got the wings mark. But the nuns at the orphanage said I had it since birth.

I lean into him, into my comfort zone. His fingers close around mine—warm, certain. A realization settles in my chest, both terrifying and surprising me. Tristan is the D’yavol—the devil. But he’s also my angel. That is, if there are tattooed angels with captivating green eyes.