My Father Is My Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

“Kneel.” I tried to reason with him. “Father!” I said. “We are all equal in our love to you. Surely our devotion must be aimed at your side only.” Father's eyes opened in the way they did during chess when he was about to strike down my king. I did not back down, but instead extended my six wings to their full breadth and puffed my chest out as the most preeminent prince amongst the angels. Gabriel winced as Raphael held him back. Michael said nothing, but his gaze could cut to the bone. Flippantly I called Him Father's lapdog, but in truth he is the angel of love, the binding glue of Heaven, and in me he saw the destruction of our brothers and all we cherished.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

I look down at her and I can see the scars on every part of her body that is exposed. I bow my head in deference to her suffering and her status. “Guardian Angel.” “Please, call me Angel. My daughter hasn’t told me much about you, but she did say that you are good to her. That’s all I ask. I would never hold you responsible for the sins of other vampires and from what I have seen and what Leana has told me, you do not subscribe to the ways of the vampires who want to rule over the world.” “No, Guardian, but my father does. He and others. There is a war coming, and I must fight.”

I continued talking to the both of them then I placed my attention my father’s grave. “I know you might find this crazy.” I said,”but I guess you making Dario my godfather wasn’t a bad choice father. You left me with the most amazing man. He is always been by my side and he protects me. He has been both a best friend and a father. Although there are times, things were a bit chaotic between us but what is life without a little chaos. Right huh padre?”

This morning when Fredrick was making a fuss over me, with the make up artists, and making me memorize my speech, I had said I wasn’t nervous, and shame on him and his law career for believing me. When I get to the podium, I stared hard at the distinguished crowd, investors, clients, future clients, people who were once loyal to my parents, they were my people now. This was the most gigantic fuck you I could have ever said to them, and it was Aryan who made me do this, so I start my speech, and add something that wasn’t there, I add a thank you to the guardian angel my parents must have sent, and the crowd lapped it up, after all, I was still a grieving girl. “That was you by the way, my gu

I can literally imagine him raising his eyebrow at me. "It's really fine Dad. I can come by myself." That sounded extremely dirty, so I correct myself. "What I mean to say is that I can book a commercial ticket. No big deal." "You're intimidated by Anthony, aren't you?" His tone is surprisingly mirthful. I can hear the smile in his voice. "Of course not." I say immediately, giving myself away. He laughs and my heart warms at that. I wish he laughed more often. "You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you."

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” “I did too. I want to hear about your childhood, Astrid. Your college days and your first date even though your dad already told me that part. I want to hear it from you.” I laughed, "Don’t pretend you care about me, Sir.” “You’re wrong about that. Your father is my best friend and I’ve been informed that I’m your godfather. So, I do care about you and I want you to believe that.” I bring my eyes to his.

Ronald had burst through the doors with my sister and grandmother, ensuring us that we didn’t have to worry anymore. Then he told me the truth. I had killed my own father. At first I felt grief, it was subtle but there, but then I realized, Adrian got what was coming for him. Directly or indirectly he put my family in danger and I wasn’t going to sit around and feel bad about it. A low chuckle escaped me as I shuffled on the pavement. The low chirp of insects filled the air, the sun was beginning to rise, bathing everything in soft hues. “I guess we both are father killers.” I mumbled, kicking loose gravel.

The voice told me all I needed to know. Someone had come to save. And it wasn't Santino Ravazzani. He began carrying me up the stairs. “My father has seemed to act like a bastard today.” he said, voice low and laced with disappointment. "My father can be a real b*st*rd sometimes." The words were spoken quietly, as if he were speaking to himself. "You are Nico." I hiccuped into the rough skin of his throat, tears still leaking from my eyes. "I am. You must be Anastasia Mancini."

My father closed the file and put it back to the cabinet where it had been placed before. " My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose.