Who Is My Guardian Angel.by Birthday Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asks. “Sure.” I smile, remembering that tomorrow is actually my birthday. “I love you, Angel. Can’t wait to see you then.”

If he could. “Kierra, today is the day. If you cannot watch it happen then I suggest you stay here.” An advice from Gideon my good Redeemer friend. They are what we call “the Redeemer”, while I am a guardian (guardian angel as what people say), there are angles like Gideon in which come down to earth to Redeem people’s life, literally to get someone’s life. “Of all the day, why today?” “Well, it was actually not today, this is a past due task Kierra.” Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.

"He fixed my hair! He touched me! He did not have to do that but he did!" "He will warm up real soon, Angel," Grayson said. "He just needs time. Ayven is pretty stubborn but he's good." Angel nodded enthusiastically. Then her expression changed, it became more thoughtful. "My birthday is actually coming up," she said. "It is November 25th. I am turning eleven." Grayson did everything he could to mask the pain that slammed into him. Tried to keep his face neutral. But inside he was breaking. There was no greater pain than not knowing anything about your own child. Not knowing her birthday. Missing ten entire years of her life.

Then I met Iris who helped me with the bullies that might have killed me on that fateful day. No one would have come to my aid. Dad was away as usual, mum was with Adrian and the maid did care when I left the house for the outdoors. I knew then that I had been sent a guardian angel and loved her instantly. If she could stand up for me like that, it only meant that she could live me and I was already reciprocating her kindness with my love.

Keep her safe from the light. ******** I stared at the faded ink, my breath hitching in my throat. Today was August 22. My chest tightened with a wave of relief. Thank goddess. My actual birthday really was exactly what I had always known it to be. I hadn't been living a lie about my own age.

She tells me with a pleasant smile and her voice sounded so cute. Final chance? LUAHU? I parroted. “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m your guardian angel and always has been.” This little girl is my guardian angel. “G-Guardian angel?” I muttered in shock. “I don’t have much time.” She says and out of nowhere her wings flapped as she took flight. She was flying from the floor and was on level with me.

“No, sis. That monster would be the last– the very last man on earth to not just save me, but also change me into the best version of myself.” His voice softened as he continued, in a tone that firmly stated his conviction about what he was about to say. “Believe me, sis, I couldn’t have been happier. I’m really, really enjoying my life the way it is now. The only thing missing is you and, of course, our beloved mom. Apart from that, I have to say this guardian angel is really a blessing in my life as he has turned my life into the proverbial bed of roses.” He paused once again, and with a faraway look on his face, he went on.

“I only told them the truth.” “Shut up before I have you thrown into the same fucking warehouse,” I said under my breath. “That would be a mistake.” The priest stepped forward. “Carlos, you should pray that Luna Erin is still alive.” I forced myself to laugh. “Is that another warning? And it’s Alpha to you.” The priest’s eyebrow rose. He looked down at my covered arm. “If Luna Erin is dead, you will face consequences greater than anything you could possibly imagine.” Pain pulsed through the black mark again, making me look down at it, my heart dropping with a fear I couldn’t stop.