Novel & Cerita My Father Is My Guardian Angel

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."

“Isn’t Daddy in heaven?” Kiara jumps in immediately, nodding so hard her curls bounce. “Yeah! You said Daddy is an angel. That he’s in heaven protecting us, remember?” I smile softly and kneel in front of them so we’re eye level. “You’re absolutely right, my loves,” I say gently. “Your daddy is an angel. He watches over us every single day.” I brush my fingers over their cheeks. “But sometimes… angels can come down from heaven for a little while. They can look just like regular people and spend time with the ones they love. And that’s exactly what your daddy is doing tonight.”

I’d be alone in this world, having to live with the man who killed my family and his monster of a son, having to see all kinds of atrocities and suffering only God knows what. Turns out Angelo became my guardian angel the moment he took me from the street that day. And it’s one of the many reasons why I can’t see myself living without him any longer.

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.

“You already have a father.” My heart softened as I thought of Doctor Aldrich. My guardian angel. My Black Messiah. He was an angel sent directly from heaven by the gods. I was speechless at what he had done for me. What he was still doing for me. If there was any prayer in my heart and mouth that minute, it was for the heavens to bless him for me—for us, me and his baby. “He is kind,” I whispered, smiling through my tears. “He listens. He believes in me. He makes me feel safe. He looks at me like I am a treasure when everyone thinks I am trash. Someone worth protecting.”

He quickly looked at me, once again he pouted his lips. "But please don't kill my dad please…someone told me that I need to be kind as always. If someone does a bad thing to me I need to reward them with goodness. And I don't want my dad to be killed, he is still my dad after all. So please, my guardian angel. I am scared my dad would end up in hell, it's so hot there. I will worry for him," he said. I can't stop but to chuckle because of what he said last. I don't know if he really meant it or he was just being sarcastic, but in his tone he isn't.

“Hello, Madelyn. My name is Angel. I know you met my daughter-in-law, Emlyn, and that she told you about the Guardians. My mate, Liam, and I want to talk with you. Would you sit and talk with us? It smells like Cayd made breakfast.” Madelyn looks at me then at my mother and nods. Then she smiles. “You look like an angel,” she says. “She sings like one too,” my father says proudly. The man adores everything about my mother and I’m beginning to understand just what that level of adoration feels like.

Life will be meaningless. Mr Davis pointed the gun at my father. "No, please!" I screamed. "George," my father called with a firm voice, "You don't want to do that. Don't act on your emotions. I..I apologize for my behavior. We can talk this out." "Can we?" he asked, my eyes locked on his fingers around the trigger. "Dad-" I cried. "George, I am..I am your brother remember?" "You are more than a brother to me, Chris," Mr Davis said, "I took you to be my God, my guardian angel, my helper. You are the only person who can hurt my feelings."

“Your father told me if anything happened, to take care of you. I kept that promise. Even after he betrayed me." I reflected on how many times my bakery should have gone out of business. The loans that came through. The competitors who moved away. The inspector who always checked me out. Had that been Xaviero? "Why would you do that?" “Because I loved your father like a brother. And I love you like a niece. You’re all that’s left of Arthur. I won't let anyone harm you. Not even Kade D'Angelo." Tears streamed down my face. That was the man who was saying everything that I wanted to hear. That my father was good. That someone had protected me.

I know that I will spend this and all of my lifetimes pouring all the love a son can ever have for a father to him. "Uncle Arthur, for as long as I live, you will always be my role model. We may not have spent my earlier years together but for however long I live and regardless of the lifetimes I will have after you will always hold a special place in my heart. You are my guardian angel and a father to me. I know you are not my biological father but you gave me life. Not once but twice." "You are spouting nonsense, Aiden! It is my duty! Don't overthink things." Although he is giving off a brave front, I detect unrelenting joy in his tone and his teary eyes betray his nonchalant facade.