Guardian Angel Precious Moments Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...

Angel says sarcastically before quickening her pace. "Hey! Wait for us, Angel!" Ted shouts as she is already a bit far from us. She ignores Ted and puts on her earphones again, blocking us from her world. She's one annoying and feisty little thing. She opens the door of the gym and walks in. We follow, and I poke Justin.

At that moment, I turned to finally face the owner, and my mouth really dropped open when I realized who it was. The crow. "What? Why are you staring? I am the translator of that alien language-speaking Butler, and also the official guardian of this household. Do you have a problem with that?" I swallowed my saliva and seriously pointed at it with my slightly trembling hands. "Y-you're talking. Y-you can actually talk like a normal person." "I can also bite. Do you want to have a firsthand experience?"

Leonard asked, voice low enough to rattle the glasses on the counter. Mason shrugged, lazy, but his knuckles were white around the crumpled paper. “Hall floor. Kids drop stuff. Thought I’d be helpful.” Angel’s tiny hand squeezed mine so hard it hurt. She made that soft whimper again, barely air, but it sliced me open. I crouched fast, blocking her view of him. “Hey, baby, look at me.” She did, eyes glassy. I signed quickly, clumsy but clear: Safe. I got you.

I wasn’t thinking about my career or my past. I looked at Angel. She would never have to struggle the way I did. She had a father who worked tirelessly for her, who would make sure she never lacked anything. Whatever pain lived inside her, I knew he would move the world to ease it. “Are you okay?” she wrote suddenly. I nodded, smiling. “I’m more than okay.” A knock came at the door. I stood and walked over. “Who is it?” I asked. “Room service.” I opened the door wider to let the attendant in. He placed the tray on the table and left quietly.

“Hey. Hey.” He cupped my face, resting his forehead against mine, his emerald eyes burning into me. “That man is not your father. You are my moon, remember? The Moon Goddess placed you in this world. You are the most pure, beautiful angel I have ever seen, and you made me whole. Nothing about you is a stain. Everything about you makes you perfect.” A weak, teary laugh escaped me. “That’s ridiculous.” “Is it? Without you, my life would be nothing but an empty shell. You saved me. If that doesn’t make you my guarding angel, what does?”

She smiles at me and I stand up. “You mean … I get to see them?” I ask in disbelief. This is like Christmas, birthdays, all the holidays have come at once. “Only Rebel. Angel isn’t ready to see anyone just yet. We will be staying in the guest house on the Moretti grounds. You, me and your mom. Teagan called me last night. Angel is more than willing to allow us to see Rebel. Angel is still healing, and not all of her memories have come back. So we leave at six. We will get there for just after nine.” My dad says and I wipe the tears away. God, how I have missed them both.

Good luck coming back from that bitches. Campfire and rain filled the air. It was accompanied by the faint scent of blood and roses. Michael turned, so we were back to back. The gold flame a beacon in the dark. Our wings flared out deadly weapons with razor-sharp tips with enough angel dust to fatally put down one's enemy. A Sliver, gold, and white auras surrounded us. Micheal and I were one. My hand found his. Locking our hands together, I reached out and touched the souls of the villagers. Some were fading, their grief and fear struck me hard. These were the same feelings I’d been stuck in. Thinking about the loss of my archangel, my love, my Michael. I couldn't bare the thought of it. I r

“We have to hurry, Dad. We have to get to Great-Grandpa’s house before it gets dark.” “Ah... You’re just like your mom. She’s always excited to go to Virginia to visit your great-grandpa.” “Mom!” the boy shouted cheerfully. Angel waved gently through the open car window. “How’s it up there? Have you sent Mama Phoebe a present yet?” “Yes. Mama E.B. will be delighted with my gift.” “Of course, Mama E.B. will be delighted. Good boy. Too bad, I couldn’t come with you.” Angel looked at Xander with disappointment. Angel had just given birth to her second child three months ago. She couldn’t take her baby to Phoebe’s grave on the hill because her baby girl was fussy.