Nombre Ángel Significado の小説・ストーリー

"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 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.”

He stood up when we got into the house and stared at Angel in surprise, as though he had not expected me to show up with her in the morning. "Good morning, Ash," I smiled warmly at him and he nodded. He moved closer and Angel turned her face away from him as though she was scared. "It's okay, I won't hurt you," he said squatting in front of her. "What is your name?" "Angel," she replied. "What are the names of your sons?" He asked further. "P and E," she spoke almost inaudibly.

Her nose wrinkled. At times like this, Angelina had to repeat tia's words in her head to interpret them in English. Tia was inclined to speak too fast for her to follow. That beautiful man was named after an archangel. Rafael. Nice. If only he was not an asshole. But then he was drunk. Maybe he was more amenable when he's sober? "Have you told El Patron about me, tia?" Unsure of her status in the household that took her in. She just rendered one of their guards unconscious.

she says, tilting her head to the side. I don’t miss the emphasis on my name, and I know she did it on purpose because it is the fastest way to get to me, because I hate my name; Angelica. Nicolas named me because he thought I looked like an angel the first time he held me when I was born. What was supposed to be a cute little lore now makes my skin crawl. It’s like a prison I can’t escape from.

Christian asked. “Yes, a nickname.” Christian closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts while I waited for his suggestion. “How about poopy or mega mind?” I should’ve known he would pull a childish stunt as always. That was, unfortunately, who he was. “Stop it. I mean a serious one.” I spoke as I rolled my eyes at him. Christian gave me a nod and was once again lost in his thoughts. “How about Angel?” “Angel? I like Angel.” I laughed. Angel was cute, and I could live with that. “Angelica, that was your real name.” Christian reminded me.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

he said again before saying the name of our new angel. “Her name would be ANNIKA XYLE RIVERA XIN CASTRO our new angel” End

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”