What Are Angel Names Novels & Stories

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.

And do you know why I had downed three shots of tequila already only to become more stressed? A certain thing called Angeles. A little piece of advice – never mess with gangs. I had messed with one and even worse, I had messed with their stupid leader. The alpha, the big kahuna. The deadliest being in the whole world, his name only spoken when you wanted a death wish: Angeles. He had been named accordance to his gang, it only making him seem more lethal. Nice going Jenny, way to mess with the devil himself.

Melonie ran after him, “Can I at least know your name?” The Angel turned back with a smile, “Gabriel.”

I just chuckled at those words, giving Val a perk as I did. “As long as it will be me and you, I have nothing to fear. I’m ready.” I assured her, taking in the greens of her eyes. “Have you thought of a name yet?” She asked, “Yeah,” I nodded, “I like Angel.” “Angel?” Val asked, “My angel… hmm, how about Angelina? Then we call her our Angel, same way we call Miley our princess.” “Not bad,” I mumbled, thinking about it. “Angelina…”

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

Kingsley walked towards Karina standing right in front of her with a cold expression. "What was that woman talking about ? Who are you Karina ? " Karina sighed sadly she knew the truth was going to come out sooner or later she just wasn't ready to open up to Kingsley yet but now she seems to have no option. "What she said was true , I am Angel I also go by the name Karina, Kingsley Please believe me I never meant to make you sad or heartbroken e......." "Explain everything in details and don't leave anything out " Kingsley Said coldly.

He corrected her with a straight face. The little girl pursed her lips together and she tried to pronounce his name."Vance." She mumbled. "Your name is weird." She said which Vance didn't like. "Yours is weirder, Angel." It seemed like they wanted to fight, and just moments ago, they were excited about seeing each other. "My name is not Angel. My mum and daddy Sky just love calling me their angel. My name is Valeria, and it rhymes with Vance." She replied in a childish voice. It was just a coincidence that their names both started with V.

Chelsea said as she looked up, lost in thought. "It's because you're a good person, so the Lord doesn't let you wallow in despair. I feel like we're being used by the Lord as instruments to give you everything you deserve because you're so loved," Angel replied. Chelsea looked at Angel and saw that she had closed her eyes. "Wow, angels look different now, don't they? They're so posh. Your auntie did a great job giving you a name that suits your personality," Chelsea said with a smile before looking up at the ceiling again.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers. We have everyone here with strange names. For example, Rahiel, our navigator. But... I think, the example I gave is not quite good. He's even taller than us. He's an angel. Though inferior, but still an angel. And this is eternal life, eternal youth, until this stupid god gets angry on us. Or Sirianna... Silly names for some, but I don't know the others. It seems to me that I am already completely distracted... It often happens to me at this time.