My Father Is My Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

Forever. And he would be the father of my children. As many of them as he would give me.

Father gave me a naughty side eye but I smiled like nothing happened. "Forgive me, sir, Angel is just really not In a good mood at the moment," Dad mumbled looking at me. "I see, well I'll come back tomorrow and talk more to her when she's less angry," Ace said. "I'll take my leave." He said giving me one last look. Slowly I watched him walk toward our house entrance, then closed the door right behind him. "WHAT TF WAS THAT ANGEL!" Father screamed making me hiss. "I didn't do anything, he was the one that left father, I didn't do or say anything," I replied trying to smile at him.

"Ah, I get it. Yes, they like them... You’re not going to dye your hair, are you? Your dad says I look like a little angel." I pulled my face back, feeling the sourness — and it wasn’t from the juice. "Little angel? What the hell is that, Ana Liz?" She shrugged. "Don’t dye your hair, please. I can’t even imagine you as a blonde. I like you as you are." "Huh. I would never do such a crazy thing. But explain this angel thing." "Your dad seems to have a fetish for angels, maybe." A fetish for angels. He probably thought blonde women with implants were seraphs from a hospital.

Someone called me his daughter. A tear slipped from my tear ducts and I hugged him. “Yes I promise Father I will always be by his side in good and in bad times you have my word and be rest assured I’ll work on his excesses. But please don’t talk about dying.” More tears slipped down my cheek. The tears came freely. A hand rubbed my back softly. “Calm down sweetheart.” “What’s your name?” “A-Angel.” “You’re truly an Angel my daughter and don’t waste your tears crying on me, I’m a fulfilled man and I have nothing to cry for but today I’m entrusting so much to you.”

“Your life is about to change and if we're not careful, you'd be hurt. I'll be your personal guard from now on” What the fuck was happening? Where was my father?

I inhaled deeply once again, steadying myself before dropping the bombshell by saying, “It’s... Dad, Mas. Dad is your mysterious 'higher-up' guardian angel.” At my words, Mason instantly recoiled backwards as if I had just slapped him. His mouth opened, then closed, as if he was struggling to form words to respond to me. When he finally found his voice, it was filled with shock and denial. “What?!” He exclaimed, “Do you know what you are saying, sis? Dad?! That heartless monster who hates us to the core, he’s my guardian angel?! No, no, it can’t be! It definitely can’t be!” He paused a little as he let out a hollow laugh and then shook his head vigorously before adding. “No, sis. That monste

I don't believe in superheroes or guardian angels. I learnt from a very young age that believing there's someone out there looking out for you will get you nothing but disappointment as life will walk all over you nomatter what you believe in. But I trust my father one hundred percent and if I was a believer I would call him my guardian angel but it probably wouldn't be accurate, because my father is a ruthless tyrant. Unlike most parents, my father has never let me down, he's never lied to me and he readily gives me what I ask for. And that's what I'm counting on in this moment as I enter his home office.

“You were part of the best things that could have ever happened to me after Father died. There was almost nothing to laugh or smile about, but you managed to bring smiles to my face. When they pushed me around, you were always there to catch me. When I was freezing cold, you always had a blanket on standby. When I was sick, you made sure I was taken care of. Silent but observant. Cold yet warm, just enough to heat me up. I might never have believed in guardian angels if it weren’t foryou. Aiden, I’m forever grateful for those times. I am thankful that, even if you’ve never expressly admitted it, you loved me.”

My dad roared out. "KWEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!" He and all his warriors growled and grunted against my hold. I looked up into my dad's eyes, into the eyes of everyone and begging everyone to forgive me. "I can't let you kill him." I said, barely above a whisper. "WHY?!!" My dad roared in confusion and anger. I looked him directly in the eyes. "Because he's Angel's father, auntie's husband and... my uncle.'

They were beautiful and moved in sync with each other like they were dancing. My dad is distracted by me for half a second and Greg has him pinned in the next instant. “What’s got you distracted old man. Oh...” Greg says and then grows quiet when he sees me. My feet alight gently on the ground and I stride over to my father and help him up. “Wow, Dad! I never knew you could fight like that,” I exclaim. “Well, he is the Warrior Angel. I mean, it kind of goes hand in hand,” Greg says talking animatedly with his hands. I turn to dad with my mouth wide open. “It is true? Are you THE Archangelus Michael,” I say. My eyes grow even wider when realization hits me. “That means you are thousands of ye