Novel & Cerita In Arms Of An Angel

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

His arms circled around my waist to prevent me from falling and my arms automatically wrapped around his neck. I looked into his eyes and for a moment I felt safe. I felt like I could trust him with my secrets. I just felt like being like this forever- no! This is not right. I can't just trust anyone. I shouldn't be feeling like this- especially not with him.

Angel said holding Anne's arm. "Tell me, honey. What is it?" "I had a strange dream, Mom." Angel answered briefly. "What kind of strange dream?" Anne listened intently. "I was in a large field. There are lots of flowers and it's so beautiful. And there I also met a child." Anne frowned, then she stroked Angel's face gently. "What are you trying to say?" "I met a child. He was my son when I miscarried, Mom." Angel answered in a trembling voice followed by tears starting to fall.

It'll probably end in my death, but seeing my babies one more time, holding them in my arms, kissing them, is worth my life. I touch Andres, skimming my fingertips over his slumbering features. He doesn't move, doesn't sigh, nothing. I touch his mouth, his firm but gentle lips. They've given me so much pleasure, both in words and actions. I twist around and press my lips to his, hoping I won't wake him. As I pull away my eyes fall to the angel stamped across his shoulder, her hands lifted in prayer. I send a quick thought her way, asking her for guidance, begging her to send me safely back to my children as I slip from the bed.

The soft, rhythmic pat-pat-pat of bare feet on the hardwood. "Good morning, Daddy," the sweet voice whispered from right behind my ear. I turned my head slightly. Angel was standing there, dressed for school. She was wearing a tiny black pleated skirt that barely covered her thighs and a crisp white button-down shirt. Her hair was pulled back, but a few blonde strands fell over her face. She looked like the perfect student, but the look in her eyes was anything but academic. She didn't wait for me to answer. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her chest firmly against my bare back.

Even though you don't now, one day you will. Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonightBaby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this

My eyes scanned everyone until I found who I was looking for. ‘Fuck…’ my brother said when he also saw her. Angel was wearing a black and gold sundress that cinched around her chest, laid flat against her toned stomach, and flared out at her hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees. The gladiator heels that had ribbons that wound up her calves made her legs look like they went on for fucking days. As if sensing our gaze, she turned her head and smiled brightly at us before making her way over.

it answered, rolling its eyes. Chuckling, the Angel spread his wings and with an unprecedented speed, he grabbed his underlings' arms, dissolving the powers they were about to release. Giggling, he spread his arms, unintentionally throwing them far. The two ended up hitting their backs on a tree, feeling their spinal chords crack. "I'm sorry about that!" he softly chuckled, snapping his fingers to heal the two. "I forbid fights like this." "You! Why the hell did you--" Tenshi stopped when the Angel looked at him, its eyes purely void, making not just him froze but also Nisemono. They could easily sense the change of the Angel's mood.

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.