My Father Is My Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

“Lisa, you are my only daughter. I’m not the most loving father, and it’s hard to see both of you and Bill grow without Angelica by my side.” “Father ….” “I wouldn’t have chosen Cameron if he weren’t a good man. I want the best for you.” “Even by killing my pup?” My voice was barely a whisper. I couldn’t take it anymore and broke down sobbing. “I love Nate and the pup, Father. Please, don’t kill my pup.” My father stared at me for a few seconds. Then he let out a long sigh. “You look like Angelica. Each time I see you, I’m reminded of her.”

“I don’t know, but I must confess something to you, father, and before I do. I need you to promise me that you won’t lose your temper and you’ll hear me out.” “Shoot.” He says firmly, masking the distress creeping up his spine. Inhaling deeply, “I’ve been getting visits from Dream Guardians…” Before I can finish my sentence, my father stumbles back two steps before he collapses onto the rock behind him with a void look in his eyes. Crouching in front of him with a daunting feeling hovering over my head, I take one of my father’s large hands in mine. “Father, please say something. You are starting to worry me.”

It’s been only two hours since I woke up in my bed back home in the Demon Realm and I am already ready to kill someone. “Just let me check you over.” My father reaches for me once again, I swat his hand away before he can touch my temple. Stupid Angels always trying to heal people! A deep sigh leaves my father as he places his hands back at his sides. “Fine, you win.” He tells me, holding his hands up in surrender.

“It’s fine. Totally fine. He’s just… weird. That’s all.” The door creaked. I froze. And of course—it was Nico. “Father,” I said, straightening immediately. “Do you need something?” He closed the door behind him. Slowly. Too slowly. “I thought I’d pray with you,” he said softly, stepping closer. I backed up a step. “I—I usually pray alone.” He smiled. “All the more reason to let someone guide you.” “I’m fine,” I said quickly. He ignored me and held out his arms. “Come. A hug. To share the Spirit.”

“You don’t understand what you’re doing just by standing there, by answering him like that, by smelling the way you do. You’re not just some girl to him. You’re a problem. You’re a temptation. And you’re walking straight into it.” “He’s your father,” I whispered. “Exactly. “And you’re mine.” He stepped back then, finally giving me space, his expression hard and unreadable as he looked me over one last time. “Go,” he said. “Go see what he wants. But don’t forget who touched you first.” “What the fuck are you saying, Lucian?” The words came out before I could stop them. “He’s your father,” I said. “Lucian, he’s your father. You can’t just say things like that like this is a game or some power

But I had seen that flash of want before he had locked it away. “Bella!” My father’s voice boomed across the terrace, shattering the moment. My father, Victor Martinez was a silver-haired force of nature, with a laugh that could fill a room. He swept me into a bear hug that lifted me off my feet. “There’s my girl! Two years too long, mija. Don’t ever leave me that long again.” “Happy birthday, Dad.” I hugged him back, breathing in his familiar cologne,it took me back decades. I felt like a little girl running into his arms for a hug after I had seen a spider.

He'd mentioned several reasons why he had to hide the truth from me, including the claim of protecting my mental health and keeping me physically safe as well, but did that change the fact that the one who impregnated his mother that gave birth to him, was the very person who caused the death of my own parents? The one who drove me to this world was neutralized by the one who drove him to this world. That was absolutely insane to think about, but then again, quietening my mind was the right next step to keep insanity away. I wouldn't have been an orphan if I had learnt about his father's cruel nature. I would have warned my parents so sternly they wouldn't drive any cars till the issue is re

' I say, a huge grin on my face as this gorgeous man opens his arms and I run into them, loving the way his powerful arms wrap themselves around me as he holds me tightly. 'I've missed you, baby girl.' He says, kissing the top of my head, then stepping back to look into my eyes. 'Okay, what is going on? Why are you here in my brother's realm again?' I look up into his handsome golden face. You see, my father is the Archangel Gabriel. Crazy huh?

My father stood near the fireplace with anger taking over his expression while Adrian remained near the entrance looking tense enough to break something apart with his bare hands if pushed any further. Then finally Adrian looked directly at me again. “It means your father isn’t innocent, Aria.” A cold feeling slid down my spine. “What?” My Father let out an humourless laugh. “Don’t listen to him,” he said immediately. “He’s desperate now.” But Adrian never even glanced at him.

I remember it well. As long as I live, I'll swear that my real father was beside me in spirit today. It didn’t matter whether anyone believed it. I knew he was there; my two dad's were looking out for me like my guardian angels. It was all the reassurance I needed to drag my gaze from the carpet and lock eyes with Caleb.