Who Is My Guardian Angel.by Birthday นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’d be alone in this world, having to live with the man who killed my family and his monster of a son, having to see all kinds of atrocities and suffering only God knows what. Turns out Angelo became my guardian angel the moment he took me from the street that day. And it’s one of the many reasons why I can’t see myself living without him any longer.

I began pulling it away from Damon. He pushed me and I successfully grabbed the small card attached from the box. I quickly ran my eyes over it, reading what the card contains and I was surprised by what I just saw. To the most beautiful angel on her fifth birthday, May you have many more birthdays and blessings to come. I'll see you & your mommy soon! Uncle Nick I gaped. It's from Nick.

It’s heartwarming to think that she could love me even though we’re not related by blood. I woke up to my senses when I noticed Blue draping a large comforter over himself, Beatrice, and me, about to lie down. “You’re sleeping here?” I asked, furrowing my brows. He stopped lying down and looked at me. I saw his lips curl into a smirk. “Are you that worried about your safety?” He smirked as he said that. “Well, consider yourself lucky because you have two guardian angels. One spiritually and the other is the child next to you. Be grateful that even your sleep is being watched over by my own daughter. Because if not…”

And I would always be thankful that he was there… he protected me… he saved me… he risked his own life for mine. I felt both guilty and grateful that he had been there for me this night and every night before. I underestimated the danger around me. I thought nothing worse could happen to me after that night I lost my parents. I thought I didn’t need a protector. But God knew I did! And even though I didn’t know it, I realized that I did have a guardian angel after all. And because of him, I’m still alive… whole… scathe-free and safe. ***

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

The doctor advised us to talk to her more; she could hear us, and her desire to awaken would be stronger, knowing someone is here, waiting eagerly for her. Our parents left last night, and they might return earlier today, since it's Angel's birthday. Sitting up, I look out at the clearing skies through the window and get off my bed and approach her bedside. “Angel… happy birthday.” My voice low and husky. “This isn’t how I pictured today.” I take her hand, intertwining our fingers, and bring it to my lips.

"See you tomorrow. " Laura's eyes widened. "I...I don't think that's a good idea. You can't see me." He smiled. "We'll see about that," like he had something in mind. "Take care of yourself and make sure to dream of me." She rolled her eyes. "That I'm not sure of." She said and he chuckled. "Goodnight, angel." He said. "I'll call you tomorrow." She stiffened. "But you don't have my mobile number."

She was heading home to find out what happened when the call came through. "Hello," she said holding the phone to her ears. "I know what you are going through," the person said. "Who are you?" she asked not recognizing the voice "I am the one who wants to help you. Mrs. Carter is out to destroy you and I am here to help you stop her," the person said. "How sure am I that I can trust you?" she asked. "You can't. You can only take a chance and taste freedom," replied the person. "What do you want?" Mrs Garcia asked.

"You said your birthday is in the winter, what day exactly?" Thank God. She washed down her food with a soda and looked at him. "January first. I'm a New Year's baby." "Really?" Angel's eyebrows went up. "We're only a few weeks apart then. My birthday is December 20th." "Really?" Without thinking, she let out an upset, "Oh, shit!" She saw the confused look on Angel's face. "I'm sorry that just reminded me of something," she explained. "Today's Sydney's birthday. We talked so long this morning, and I never even said happy birthday. I feel terrible."