Novel & Cerita Our Garden Of Angels

Casie: "Why your face is red as a tomato?" Sam gave me a look like I am going to kill you. Sam: "I can't believe I will be spending my day in the garden cleaning and watering." Casie: "As if you had better things to do anyway" I murmured Sam: "What did you say kiddo?" Casie:" Nothing important. We have reached the garden." We saw 2 angels who were watering the grass and have kept dried leaves on one side- Tammy and Dylan. Upon seeing us they greeted us and informed us that they have already cleaned the dried leaves. Only watering plants and grass is left. We thanked them.

so breathtaking. "Wow, what is this place?" Angela questioned as she ran her eyes around the area, awestruck. She couldn't bring herself to stop staring at the fascinating scene. Her big doe eyes were stuck on the scene ahead, unblinkingly watching it like a film on replay. "Do I have to fight for your attention, now?" Mason whispered in her ear, when he saw she wasn't going to stop staring at the scene ahead of her anytime soon. As if coming out of a trance, she suddenly blinked and glanced at him, a sudden smile appearing on her face, accentuating her dimples.

Angel will help Sean so that there will be no more trouble. "I have visited many hospitals, and there are also many parks in the hospital that I remember. But this hospital has the best gardens. It's so pretty in here." Angel said. She didn't even remember having visited any hospital because she had been doing treatments too often, but Angel really wanted to admit this hospital garden looked amazing. Maybe because this hospital is near a tourist area, so the sea view is still in front of them. "Let's just say our vacation is just moving places. It's even still the same sea as the one in the villa." Sean comforted Angel.

I smiled by resting in his embrace peacefully meanwhile in the sky good angel : awww I'm shy evil angel : huh good angel : how cute they're evil angel : I don't feel so good angel : blind guy see love everywhere evil angel : I don't think so good angel : why evil angel : because we makes a great pair than them good angel : WHAT

Tatiana leaned down in front of Alison staring deep into her eyes unblinking for almost a minute of awkward silence. "Oh my god, you're so adooorable!" Tatiana leaped forward hugging Alison squeezing her as if she found an overly adorable puppy she couldn't resist. "We must keep her!" Tatiana beamed holding up Alison's face squishing their cheeks together. Everyone around the group began laughing. "Yes she's the newest addition to The Garden, Tatiana Devine meet Alison Bishop, Alison this is Tatiana." He then waived his hand towards Daphne. "And this is Daphne G-"

She put on her best smile and held her hand out in her direction. "Hi, I am Arabella. What's your name?" she queried cheerfully. The seconds passed by but her question never met with an answer nor did her hand with hers. The little girl was just watching something that was happening outside. Ara followed her line of gaze. She felt disheartened when she realized what she was staring so keenly at. There was a bunch of kids playing football in the garden. Tears pricked Ara's eyes as she turned to look at Angela. She also wanted to go out and play just like every other child. She was too small, too tiny, to fight through life. Why did God have to be this cruel with an angel like her?

"All right, tell me anything you remember about your lawn, starting from the main entrance." "There were two large antique jars at the side of the door, and on the left was a small pond for koi, and a few steps away from the pond was a small garden. And next to the garden was the staircase going down to the orchards. " "Perfect," Angela said, smiling. "That's all for this morning." "I want to touch your face," Leonardo stated. "What?" "I said I wanted to touch your face," Leonardo said again. Angela was at a loss for words in response to Leonardo's request. "And why do you want to touch my face?"

It takes some time for my eyes to adjust to the blinding sunlight and when it finally clears, a paved path spreads out before me. The hedges are a vibrant green and flowers sprout from almost every corner. Angel’s trumpets in their soft white and carnations as they bloom a remarkable pink with white edges. It’s beautiful, and it’s fenced, so this is a private garden. It strikes me that Roman may not want me to be here but then I hear the thuds. It’s the sound of something being hit in rapid succession and panic takes my feet into the garden as I trace the sounds with my ears.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sought refuge among the blooms that held memories of a gentler time. In the quiet solitude of the garden, Annabelle's sobs echoed, a lament to the shattered dreams that had unfolded just moments before. The moon cast a tender glow, revealing her grief-stricken silhouette amidst the shadows of the past. It was in this vulnerable moment that her mother, Nina, appeared like a guardian angel. Nina, sensing her daughter's anguish, approached with a soft and understanding gaze. "Annabelle," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody, "your grandmother's garden has always been a sanctuary. Let it cradle your pain."

"You're right, Rose. I am truly blessed, and I will hold on to that. Thank you for being here, for listening, and for understanding." Rose smiled warmly. "That's what friends are for, Garla. We're here to support each other through both the joys and the hardships. And remember, the garden is a beautiful place to find solace and healing." As they continued their work, the sun's warm rays embraced them, casting a gentle glow over the garden. Garla's tears slowly dried, and a newfound strength replaced her initial sorrow. Together, they snipped away the dead leaves, nurturing the plants and cultivating a bond that transcended words.