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I draw in his sweet baby scent. “Hello my Angel” I hold him against my breast. “That little one will be Capo one day. Angels are fluffy beings that sing about love and play harps, hardly a name to build a scary reputation around.” Niko complains as he always does when I call our son by his name. It was the first thing that came to mind when I beheld his perfect little face. My Angel. I kiss his nose. He frowns a little making me sigh, he’s so cute “That’s because he’s an avenging Angel. What’s more scarier than that?”

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

He chuckled sadly. "I used to draw Angel when I was a kid, when you were born, Alpha Xander named you Angela. You know my first thought was, the angels of my drawings finally got a face, and ever since then you were the image of Angel in my eyes." He said, dropping his gaze.

Chelsea said as she looked up, lost in thought. "It's because you're a good person, so the Lord doesn't let you wallow in despair. I feel like we're being used by the Lord as instruments to give you everything you deserve because you're so loved," Angel replied. Chelsea looked at Angel and saw that she had closed her eyes. "Wow, angels look different now, don't they? They're so posh. Your auntie did a great job giving you a name that suits your personality," Chelsea said with a smile before looking up at the ceiling again.

Still, I press, “’Angel?’” His cheeks tint red ever so slightly. “You won’t tell us your name, but we didn’t want you to be nameless with the staff, in case you had need of them or we needed to send you a message.” He clears his throat, seemingly embarrassed. “So we decided to name you Angel for now.”

“Who are you? Why kidnap me when it’s Gerald you want?” He opened his arms. “Isn’t it obvious?” I frowned. He shook his head. “You are the one person that means something to him, dummy. He even gave up everything for you.” I got even more confused. “Everything? What’s that supposed to mean? And who the hell are you for Pete's sake!” He stroked his black hair back. “Well, I guess I should properly introduce myself. Hi, my name is Angel.” I snorted. “Can I call you satan?”

The angel backed away. “Uh…hello”. Hagne awkwardly said. The angel didn’t reply. She eyed Hagne from head to toe before doing the same to her children then she returned her gaze to the woman, still not speaking a word. “My name is Hagne”. Hagne stated, she pointed at her children. “Those are my children, Fia, Ciro and Edvige”. Still no reply. It was Hagne’s turn to shift uncomfortably. Did the angel not like her? Was she that bad a sinner an angel could not acknowledge her? Maybe she was regretting falling near her house.

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

Kneeling beside it, I wasted no more time and pulled the huge book out, my slightly trembling hands sloppily skimming over the pages, until I’ve finally reached the section I wanted, like a burglar fearing of getting caught, my gaze hurriedly skipping over the words, “His name originates from the hebrew word “Rafa’el” meaning “God heals” ...After Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer, he is the fourth Archangel created by God... compassionate...caring... He is often associated with joy and laughter... Physical and spiritual healer... Considered one of God’s most obedient, good children...” Exhaling a small, shaky breath, the book fell on its own accord on the carpeted floor with a small but audible t