Novel & Cerita Guardian Angel Precious Moments

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

If I even have one that is. "Please, you have to stay conscious. Help is on the way." She said. I'm going to live? So this angel isn't here to take me. She is saving me? Is she my guardian angel? He wanted to laugh at the absurd things he was thinking about but his mind was barely functioning as he processed everything that she was saying and tried to do. He never believed In angels or demons for that matter. Maybe the blood loss was messing with his head. But he didn't care. He felt a warm feeling creep in his heart when he saw the care and delicacy the pretty angel displayed towards him. He never knew that something like this could ever exist in this world. Kindness. And this angel showed

After the call ended, they said, “We respectfully invite you to return, Mr. Rivers.” At that moment, the higher-ups of HQ and all the family heads in Metropolis joined in to request the guardian to return! In the hospital, Stephen lay on his bed. His body was completely paralyzed, and all he could do was stare at the empty ceiling above. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. In a daze, he glanced out the window and saw a plane slowly passing by the blue sky outside. Under a bridge, a filthy and disheveled Simon fished a plastic bottle out of the river and calculated how much it was worth.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

by saying that I left the room I don't want anyone to pity me from the sky good angel : what's with this unexpected meeting evil angel : I told na destiny good angel : I also told you right love can change anything evil angel : let's see good angel : ofcourse let's see

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles

“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.”

The creatures of the Ambivalent world believed the circle of life and with this – it helped them move on quite easily. The creatures around the Turning their heads, the beings with light colored hairs paired with their white and silver garbs adorned with golden linens and jeweled buttons strode towards the center of the meadow where the Methuselah tree was located. Leading the troop of angels who were clad on their knightly uniforms was a woman who was being guided the guardian angel Gabriel the Faithful.

Angle Tiffany turned to Phillip, touched his knee, spread a cold sensation throughout the young man's body so that his roaring breath slowly returned to normal. "I'm sorry about what happened to your mother, My Dear. However, you must understand one thing. The angel's job is not to punish, drown, or get rid of anything. We are only miracle workers." Tiffany pulled the young man's cheeks to stare at her. “Miranda never really killed your mother, she never really left this world. Your mom isn't just an ordinary person, Phillip. It also makes you and your sister special children. She has high hopes for you, don't let you disappoint her."

She had never felt so safe and protected before, and the idea of having a guardian angel by her side was both comforting and reassuring. "Thank you," Rory said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You're welcome, Rory," the angel said. "Now, it is time for you to rest. Sleep well, and know that I will be watching over you." With those words, the angel vanished, leaving Rory alone in the vast, open field. Rory lay down on the grass, feeling a sense of peace and calm wash over her. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, she knew that she was ready for whatever lay ahead, for she had a guardian angel watching over her, protecting her, and guiding her towards her destiny.