Our Garden Of Angels Novelas e Histórias

Author's POV Taking few good books Angelina and those girls entered the garden. Angelina looked at the beautiful garden and smiled brightly. "The garden is so beautiful" Angelina said happily. "Let's sit ma'am" One of the girls said to her. Hearing this, Angelina looked at them and pouted sadly. Seeing her sad face, Stella asked her," Why are you looking sad? Did we do anything wrong? Please forgive us" Angelina looked at her shockingly and spoke up," No no. You didn't do anything wrong. But please do not call me mam. Call me by my name"

St Just smiled stiffly and hauling Bianca to his side, he said, “Come on, sugar. Let’s go get ourselves some fresh air.” They stepped to the side and made their way out, Bianca clinging to St Just’s arm. When they reached the little door, he pushed it open tentatively and Bianca gasped in surprise. A tiny garden, with rose vines spilling blooms of every hue, and a heavenly scent with a marble altar at the center confronted them. She waltzed around laughing, her head tipped back and then came to him. Leaning into him, her face upturned, she breathed, “Make love to me, Finn, make love to me, here in this magical garden.”

Farther on there was howling, too deep, too wrong, to be human. As I attempted to move, the ground I was on cracked. The garden which I had literally used as my haven before the training was not there any more, the one I had been able to hide between training and sketch in the silence. Roses grew black in their beds. The angels of the fountain were made of marble, and their heads were missing. The atmosphere was smoldering with non-wholly fire. And of it all, the Blood Moon still remained, still, bleeding blood over the estate like an open wound.

Selena did the same and so was the rest of their team. They were all emotional right there, leading to a decision that she should accept the offer. Getting to know him will increase their chances. Information is essential. Nisemono might have thought he outsmarted them but they can take advantage of it too. After all they are part of the Angel's entertainment. "Oi! Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his friend, waving from a fair distance, flying to his friend. "Thank you for watering my flowers!" "Back so soon? Did you sent them already?"

I warned him, and walked away. I stood at the edge of the garden, where my mother and Isabella were buried. Angelina had insisted I let her take care of the garden. She managed to make it look the way it was a few years back. The dry leaves were now replaced with green grass and flowers. Angelina had even made a small place where she would lay flowers on my mother's and Isabella's tombs. Many times, I had seen her talking with them. Once, she even insisted on me joining her, but I was too persistent in refusing. I was not ready to face it. Even now, standing at the entrance of the garden, I could feel Angelina in the air, covered in mud while planting. At the entrance, there was a handwritte

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Not different much like their Sun House. Seeing their face, he said "This is what I called 'garden of love'. I made it for my wife." "Whoa~," all of them said at the same time. Still in awe looking at the beautiful lawn. "You live here alone, sir?" Joe asks curiously. Ang Lu smile. He shakes his head. "No, I lived with my wife and sometimes my daughter will visit us here." "Oh..your kid…" Joe wanted to ask about his child, but he remembers that the man said his son was lost or something. So he stops his word in the mid.

The creatures of the Ambivalent world believed the circle of life and with this – it helped them move on quite easily. The creatures around the Turning their heads, the beings with light colored hairs paired with their white and silver garbs adorned with golden linens and jeweled buttons strode towards the center of the meadow where the Methuselah tree was located. Leading the troop of angels who were clad on their knightly uniforms was a woman who was being guided the guardian angel Gabriel the Faithful.

Chapter: 28 ****** Azrael arrived at the Garden of Raphale's with anticipation fluttering in his chest like a thousand delicate butterfly wings. Stepping foot into the celestial sanctuary, the air embraced him with a soothing caress, its purity filling his lungs with tranquillity. The garden unfolded before him like a tapestry woven from ethereal threads. Gossamer petals of Cerulean flowers danced on soft breezes, their intoxicating fragrances reaching out to him like whispers of enchantment. The colors of the blooms shimmered and glowed with golden luminescence, casting a gentle radiance that bathed the surroundings in a celestial glow.

Angel The garden, bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, became the backdrop for a revelation that would reshape my world. Selena's eyes held a mixture of anticipation and tenderness as she began, "Angel, there's something important I need to share with you." In that moment, a thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each one vying for attention. "What is it, Selena?" I asked, my voice a blend of curiosity and apprehension. With a deep breath, she began to unravel a secret that had remained hidden from me—a secret named Heaven. As the words spilled from her lips, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, joy, and a profound sense of wonder gripped my heart.