Un Angel En Nuestras Vidas Novels & Stories

He tried to get the words out. The truth dawned on the women. "Dios del mayo tiene misericordia," Marguerite softly intoned while rocking Angel in her arms. May God have mercy...she said in English and then again in Spanish while tears flowed down her cheeks. Monroe was a son to her. Angel's head shook back and forth before she closed her eyes and lay still within the older woman's embrace. Zach walked to the bed and took Angel's cool hand in his, but she didn't open her eyes. He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed the back of the delicate skin, breathing in her scent, needing her touch. She offered no resistance and showed no outward sign that she knew he was there.

Epilogue Selena Closing the bedroom door behind us, Angel and I prepared to settle into the comforting embrace of sleep. Our nightly ritual of winding down often turned into moments of reflection and shared thoughts. "Selena," Angel began, a soft smile playing on his lips, "can we talk for a bit? About Heaven." I nodded, sensing the depth of his emotions. "Of course, Angel. What's on your mind?" He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and emotion. "I just wanted to thank you, Selena. For everything you've done for Heaven. She's so happy, and it's all because of you."

“I….. I don’t know how to show my gratitude to you two fo…. For giving me this life, a…. and sacrificing your life so that I could live, but the thing that I know very well is…. Is that I am not going to spare any of those evils who are responsible for your deaths. The only mission of my life from now on is ….. is to send those evil creatures to hell, an…. And make this world a better place to live for all the innocent people.” Angel was so overwhelmed with her sorrow that her voice continued raising with every word coming out of her mouth. She wanted to go forward and hugged both Ava and Madeline, but she was afraid. They were still inside that transparent box. Angel understood that their b

Lighting my body on fire Wishing For more Wanting for more "Did you miss me, my angel?" He says in his hoarse voice. I can’t lie to him this time. He already finds a way to control my body. My whole body was born with his Dangerous Passion. Phone ringing Angel reaches her hand to the dresser where her phone is. She takes the phone and answers it when she covers herself all over with a blanket. "Hello," she says when she is still sleepy "Angel, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you." Her friend said to her

Even though he wanted to keep stopping at this place so he could reminisce about Beverly and think he owned the whole Beverly just by reminiscing about the good times they had. Without realizing it, someone was standing in the doorway, watching him. Jackson turned around and intended to take a towel and take a shower and return to Paris. The quarantine period is up. He didn't need to reminisce about Beverly anymore. After all, didn't he himself want her to get away from him? Then why did he now hope that Beverly was looking for him? Long life! A person Jackson was thinking about suddenly magically appeared in front of him. Jackson swallowed his saliva roughly. There, three paces away, stood

And if I had said goodbye, he wouldn't have let me leave. Angel is possibly the most precious thing I've ever had in all my thousands of lifetimes. And it's breaking my heart to think that I may never see him again. Maybe one day, in another life, on another universe, we can finally be together as one. Without the wars, without the lies constantly ripping us apart. "How is it that you are able to love such a primal beast?"

she whispered as she cat walked to the bed. “You are a temptress, even if you look as innocent as fuck” “Well Shawn doesn’t look as dangerous as he is” “Looks may deceive, but you would always be my angel” Her heart pounded as she wondered if he would still see her as innocent or an angel when he found out that even her name had being a fake, everything about her seemed false, like she was living a life that belonged to someone else, but the difference is that now this had become her life, she loved it.

His cheeks were pale white, like he never had that rosy dust. Lucas could see the arms bandaged, his feet were covered in white too. He dragged his chair near the bed and put his face on the bed near Liam's hand, hooking their pinky fingers; he kept starring at the angelic face until he fell asleep. Liam opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He looked around, it wasn’t their home. Where was he? He could hear faint beep but at the moment his brain was overwhelmed. There was a particular stench of antiseptics and the room with all white walls.

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.