Nombre Ángel Significado นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer. “Dante Adriano Sol Di Angelo.” He uttered his name slowly. He was stroking his fingers while describing its meanings. “These two are angel wings. Di Angelo. My uncle used to call me Sol. He said the nickname suited me since I will be the head of the family in the future. It means sun. I assume you know how the sun works in the universe.” He jokes.

I don’t even understand how I was able to lift whatever it was that suppressed Damien's ability to find his mate. Alina: ‘I think that is easier to explain than you think. Your name means Divine Warrior. Your last name is Ingel, which means, angel. Together our name means Divine Warrior Angel of Light. You my dear, cleanse away the darkness. If darkness touches a person in any way, you will be able to heal them or in the case of the demon cleanse it from them with your fire.’ Divina: ‘I didn’t even know what I was doing. It happend without me intending for it to.’

I almost groan aloud. Monroe knows about my hair fetish and probably laughed himself silly over how I would react. I can't kill the man if she loves him, but I can damn sure knock out a few teeth. "Close your eyes." I direct the water to her hair and wash the conditioner away. "Why the name Angel?" I ask. "Hooriya means angel in Arabic. Master likes it."

My breath got hitch as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "What's your name beautiful?" He whispered as he caressed my arms all the way down to my wrist with the back of his hand making me shiver like crazy. "Angel." I answered nervously. "Angel, what an innocent name" The light was illuminating him so it make him looking more sexy. I gulped nervously. "What are you doing at the 2nd floor Angel? Do you know that the 2nd floor is a devil's lair?" He asked and I literally can’t take off my eyes from him.

Another minute and I might fall victim to his charm. "I suppose you have a point," the angel murmurs and turns around to grin at me; the sight freezes me on the spot. His beauty is effortless and imbued with magic—I can't peel my eyes away from him. I dumbly stare at him, up at his impressive form; he is darkly handsome, like a painting. "My name is Azrael, and I owe you my life, little vampire." I'm released from his enchantment when he looks away, finally able to feel oxygen return to my lungs. I've heard of an angel named Azrael, but I can't remember from where.

Her guardian angel said. “oh my goodness. Just when I needed you. How did you know I was here?” “Are you seriously asking me that?” the woman joked. Elena burst into laughter. “well, not exactly ma’am. By the way, I need to know your name. I need to know what to call you.” Elena said. “you can call me Angie.” Her guardian angel replied. “Angie? Is that your real name?” Elena queried with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, dear. It is. Now back to you. What have you been up to?”

"See you tomorrow. " Laura's eyes widened. "I...I don't think that's a good idea. You can't see me." He smiled. "We'll see about that," like he had something in mind. "Take care of yourself and make sure to dream of me." She rolled her eyes. "That I'm not sure of." She said and he chuckled. "Goodnight, angel." He said. "I'll call you tomorrow." She stiffened. "But you don't have my mobile number."

I went into my phone SMS and tapped on Black's name. Hello Angel, how are you doing? Are you home now? I just wanted to check up on you. I gave you a code name, Angel. I hope you like it. To me, you are an Angel. Black. I read the message and I moved on to the next message from him.

I lean back a little to look into his beautiful amber eyes as they widen at my request. “You want me to give you a name?” I almost panic as I notice his eyes water slightly. He cups my face with his big warm hand, his thumb stroking my cheek tenderly as he stares at me in disbelief. “Please, Leo.” I hear my voice break. “Angel. My Angel.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion. “Is that my name?” “If you want.” I give him a wide genuine smile, nodding my head happily. Angel. I’m Angel now.

As Angel turned to leave, Chris, still reeling from his vision, reached out and grabbed his hand. “Wait,” Chris’s voice was almost a whisper, desperate, his grip firm. “Please… take off your mask. I need to see the face of the man who saved me.” Angel hesitated, a long sigh escaping his lips. But finally, he reached up and removed the mask slowly, his face emerging from behind its dark shadows. “My name isn’t Angel,” he said quietly. “It’s Aiden. Aiden Gorbachev.”