Romans & histoires Who Is My Guardian Angel.by Birthday

Mom coughs at my words before leaving the room. “See you later,” I said before running upstairs. As I enter my room and close the door behind me, I see Archander sitting on my study table and grinning at me. “I declare you as my official guardian angel,” I said flashing him a smile. His grin widens at my words. “As you wish your highness.”

“Yes. And I'm here to tell you that you are not alone. The powers of the universe protect you. Remember this, whenever you're in trouble, someone will always be there for you.” “Really?” Little Angela blinked innocently. “Yes.” “Who will protect me?” She asked intrigued. The woman knelt before her. “Whoever you want, sweetheart.” Angela’s eyes sparkled instantly like a kid got his favourite candy jar. She pointed toward the school building where Gideon had vanished. “Can I have him as my protector?” The woman smiled knowingly. “Who? Do you know him?” Angela lowered her head shyly. “No. But I like him. His name is Gideon. Can he be my protector, please?”

she asks excitedly. “Of course I see you, you fucking right there,” I whisper yell, my feet moving to meet her. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” Taking a deep breath, she exhales, a smile drawn on her face, all the way from her eyes. “My name is Lumina, I have been trying to get your attention for so long, or at least make myself visible to you but none of the spells were working so I had to go and see my cousin Sherla who knows a witch that does forbidden spells and would-” I cut her off with a glare, trying to process the bullshit coming out of her mouth. “And, I am a guardian angel.” she says, “Adrian's guardian to be exact. I'm sorry for blabbing, I tend to do that whe

Therefore, I do not have any right to be impatient with her. Looking back, even I am convinced that my life was never meant to be prolonged. Apart from my dad and mate, almost everyone else who got into contact with me, wanted me dead. Well, at least my pack and almost all werewolves I met were not as bad. Nonetheless, she is right about my life being dogged by misfortune. "You see, your luck brought guardian angels your way. When you were born in the midst of a war, Jacobs became your guardian angel and has been since then. However, when he married that despicable woman, death got a chance to get at you once more.

As Eli and I head to the border, I have an idea of what this is. Over the past couple of months, both Cara and Angel have had, mostly vampires but other supernaturals as well, come to pledge their allegiance to the Guardians of the Realm, as they call us. Word of Angel's imprisonment and the Guardian's defeat of the vampires has spread quickly.

Hector must have felt her shift in confidence as he skidded around the corner stopping in his tracks to see me and Jake ready to go at it with our mate blocking us. “Because the last guardian was your great grandmother our moon goddess” Angel sat on the stool at the breakfast bar holding her head in her hands. “But how is that possible, if she died over a hundred years ago how are we here? How did she have a daughter?” Athena was just as confused as the rest of us, even Jake looked taken aback by this revelation. Angel dropped her head and sighed before looking up at us.

she yelled, stumbling back and grabbing the nearest thing — which happened to be a gold candle holder shaped like a swan. The figure just smiled calmly. "Be not afraid, Tiffany Wilson." Tiffany squinted hard. "Be not afraid? Baby, I'm two seconds from swinging this boujee-ass candle holder at yo head. You better start explaining." The glowing figure floated down, graceful like it rehearsed this speech in the mirror a hundred times. "I am your Guardian Angel," the voice announced, calm and crisp like a HR rep with a superiority complex. "Sent here to guide you through this...transition."

My breast was pointing in invitation to him while the water coated my womanhood. "That wasn't mine!" I disputed unpleasantly but he didn't care about my complaint as he grabbed my full left breast in his hand. He jerked it up and down and did the same with the other one. "I won't take advantage of you without your permission. I will try to patch the confusion in your head. I have done many bad things but I do not have a hand in the death of your parents. Our lives were sealed when your parents betrothed you to me. I am your guardian, your mate, and the most important person in your life at the moment. You are my possession and you must care about losing me " he speaks every word with a sense

What went on in that pretty head of red curls? Spying a calendar, I pulled it off the wall and checked it over, grinning, seeing it was her birthday in two days! She would be 18! What plans did she have? How did she feel about being away from her family on her birthday? It was clear her mother was a big part of her life, although I didn't understand why! Given how often she had called her yesterday, I would say she was borderline obsessive. Snorting a little as realisation hit at how ironic that thought was, knowing I was stealing her top to smell her while I kept a watchful eye on her! But someone had to! She was new to town, innocent, and had no one to protect her. Other than me! And I wou

She used to wiggle her nose the same way the angel did when she was overwhelmed. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. “I am a divine creation; I am an example of the best experiment of the gods,” said the angel with amusement. "You can call me Azael. Let's omit the fact that I'm some sort of distant great-great-grandfather to you. Let's say I'm just an accidental creator of your family, and I'm your spiritual guardian. An envoy of the gods." I shook my head in disbelief. The things the angel was saying sounded crazy to me, and I was understanding absolutely nothing, so I looked around in confusion.