My Father Is My Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

“I’m your father, Angel. I would never hurt you.” “You’re NOT my father!” The scream tore from somewhere primal. “My father is DEAD because of people like you! You’re just the man who kept me in a pretty room until you got tired of me and traded me away!” “I didn’t trade you.” His voice was still calm, but something was building behind his eyes now.

At first I found it to be a stupid request, but Father just nodded, and one of the guards escorted him away from where we were seated. As soon as he left with the guards, Father turned towards me. "You really don't know what the hell you are with, do you?” I didn't raise my guest, focused on my almost now empty plate. don't see why you're so concerned now.” Father turned back towards the way he came to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then he smirked. “You are with the devil himself, and you should stay away." I scoffed, “And you're not one yourself? Give me a break, Dad. Even until Mom died, you were never there. All you did was bring the money needed for her treatment. Give me a bre

I quickly turned to run but before I could take more steps I got caught, " Oh my God, I'm done for.” " Let me go!" I struggled but the man took my passport and ticket from me and smiled. " I knew you were Aviva, I was there when you were born, just call me Uncle. You smart ass" he tapped my passport on my head. I stared at the man, stunned. "Uncle?" I repeated, "What are you talking about? My mom doesn't have any brothers." "No, but your Dad did, I'm David Harper. your Dad's best friend. And now, it seems, I'm your guardian angel. I just saved you from going back to Boston Hills.”

It’s perfect. “ Please don’t talk about my daddy like that. Even if he is a gambling addict, he’s still my father and I still respect him.” my angel says in defense. I rubbed my cross necklace and realized that her father would never just hand her over. I would have to get him to the point where he would have no choice but to give her to me and for that I needed my men. I waited for the girls to leave the bathroom and slowly sneaked out, keeping my eye on my prize as she walked ahead of me.

' he chuckled, he could still remember how authoritarious his dad was, he doesn't condole any disrespect but he is calm now why? And thinking from the other angle it is quite funny that the guardian angels that supposed to be guardians are the one causing harm to the people that they are assigned to guard, he chuckled at the thought, wondering what those old geezer previous rulers are up to, although they are young but they are still old geezer, Angelo chuckled again on how childish he sounds.

“That was...” “Fate. She’s the archangel of fate,” My father quickly answered from right behind me as I entered the front door of our house. Fate... My mind whispered, watching my brother walk right ahead of me as he strode right towards the grand living room, instantly remembering Aleya’s words, “...you brought him back. You sentenced him to an endless life. Because of you, he will never pass through the Guarded Kingdom’s gates; hence, he will never see his parents again.”

His eyebrow shot up. “You can see them?” I was confused now. Was I the only person that could see them? “Can’t everyone see them?” “No.” He said sample with a small laugh. “I am an angel… your family’s guardian angel to be exact.” I fell to my knees. Anger now filling my body. My family’s guardian angel? Where was he when my family needed him? Where was he when they were murdered by the man in black? I knew I was adopted, and that he may not be my guardian, but my family needed him, and he was nowhere to be found.

I apologized. "I understand. Anyways I felt the need to tell you the truth so that you shouldn't waste your time waiting for those who won't come back." "Meaning?" "I meant to say that you should find some other ways to bring your kids back before it's too late. My father might eat them since he likes feeding on childrens' flesh."he explained. "Who's your father?" "Mr Lucifer."he said which made my heart skip a beat as I tried to digest it.

“You are quiet lenient on the angels here, don’t you want to have some fun?” “No thank you, I have my hands quiet full with my work and you riding my ass about going to hell for a visitation once a week.” I deadpanned and father just chuckled before motioning Leviathan to sit on his lap. Lev just rolled his eyes and came over but instead of sitting down on where my father had motioned, he just sat beside him. “It’s not for me, boy. You should start thinking about taking your place in hell.” Father said and lit a cigar before pointing his finger towards the angel, Ynoeil. “You mind if I take that one? This’ll make a good attendant.”

I was immensely consumed in this man's love and I also loved him immensely without having to judge him neither did I raise tantrums but yet he snatched the most precious gift life ever gave to me away from me. How was I supposed to survive this cruel world without the love and support of my father? the man whom I call my captain, the man who has guided my every footstep right from birth, the man whom I wrapped my tiny finger on just so I could walk without having to stumble, the man who always tells me stories about my mum saying she is in heaven and is always watching over me as an angel and now he will finally meet her and they'll watch over me as an angel and a star that alligns together.