Our Garden Of Angels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If everything is done, we can go home now.” “Yes, all done,” Angel answered quickly, then shook the dirt and fertilizer back from her clothes, and climbed into the passenger seat of their pick-up car. Jim followed after and started the car, heading back to the girl's house. Angel's house is a tiny house located in a cold and hilly suburb, but has a very large yard. There, she continued to care for and develop all the plants in her mother's greenhouse. The greenhouse is large, with a wide variety of beautiful ornamental plants and flowers. Orchids are the most abundant species there, because orchids are her mother's favorite flower.

She ran to Koko. “Are they alive?” she cried. Koko grabbed Venus up. “There is no time Venus we have to get back to the underworld. Your children are waiting.” Venus held on to Koko tightly. He tried to fly Venus out of the garden, but they trapped her in there. The garden had bound her. She could not leave. “Koko let's go. What is happening?” Venus knew what was going on. She knew the portals and realms of topside were all spelled to either keep you in or out. They spelled the garden to keep humans in. Venus was no longer an angel. She could not leave.

Angela sat and prepared for her usual meditation and as usual she tried not to concentrate on the sounds the environment created and focused on imagining the beautiful garden she always meet the goddess. In just few seconds, she felt everywhere silent and she felt the familiar feel of the goddess’ power surrounding her. She opened her eyes and indeed she is already in the garden and the goddess was right in front of her with her hair covering her face as usual. “Welcome”, the goddess said and Angela could sense a bit of excitement in her voice.

“Nothing, ma-“ but before the guard could continue what he was going to say, Angelo suddenly glared threateningly to the guard, “I mean, sir, would you, please follow me?” Angelo smiled before following the guard. While walking towards the Garden of Peace, suddenly a cold air passed by him. “Why is the air cold in here?” Angelo asked in a surprised tone, which made the guard be surprised. “The weather is hot right now, ma’am, I mean sir.” Angelo’s eyebrows rose to what the guard said. “I think cold air just passed by,” Angelo explained to the guard. “Ah, is that so, sir,” the guard seemed to remember something because of what Angelo said. “Because the Garden of Peace is said to be a vacation

She thought for a moment and said, “I’ll call you Zee, then!” Maisie smiled. “Sure. As long as you like it.” In the afternoon, after Cherie had left, Maisie headed to the garden downstairs. She sat on a bench by herself, basking in the warmth of the sun. Most of the people in the garden were hospitalized elderly people, and there were very few young people like her. It was only when a figure appeared in front of her that she lifted her head. She seemed a little bit taken aback as she said, “Mr. Boucher?”

I, however, can’t tell Hunter any of this because he is taking this too serious. “Ready, Angel?” I close my eyes at that name. Father used to call me that. I nod my head and hold on to his arm and let him lead me down the stairs while the photographer snaps away and all the way to the outside. I gasp at the sight before me. OMG! The clear blue skies are perfect for this garden setup. The flower arrangement, the lighting and colour scheme is…..just perfect. I expected bizarre things after Dion suggested gripens and gun salute but this is so beautiful.

I immediately nodded in response to her question. "Thank you, Angel! You really are a heaven-sent!" I exclaimed and hugged her tightly. "Okay, go ahead. Just be quick, though. If you don't come back soon, we'll both be in trouble with mommy so be careful," she reminded me. "Yup, I understand. I'll go ahead now. See you later when I get back!" I happily said and went back to my room to change my clothes. After getting ready, I quickly peeked into Angel's room and waved at her before continuing on my way down. It took me a while to get to the garden because there were some house helpers there watering the plants. When they left, I immediately headed to the secret path leading to the bridge.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

Sky, bold and adventurous, chased after her, his feathers shimmering like silver in the sunlight. Maya and Oliver's voices swelled with a bittersweet mixture of joy and longing. "Fly, my little ones, explore the vastness of the world," Maya whispered, her voice carrying a mother's love. "But remember, this garden will always be your true home." The garden thrived, its beauty a reflection of the love that resided within. Each flower petal held a piece of Maya and Oliver's devotion, every tree branch whispered tales of their unwavering commitment. Their love had woven itself into the very fabric of the garden, creating a sanctuary of love and belonging.