Who Is My Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

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.

As the dean of educational and student affairs, my mom had always been strict about me and my brother’s conduct since we were young, keeping records of our every move. Want to eat? Memorize your textbook first. Want to buy stationary? Score full marks at your next test. My brother could never achieve anything, and I was always the one receiving all the rewards. I always thought that my mom treated us fairly. Until the day I was supposed to submit my college application, when my mom said I had to apply for a college of education to get a new phone. When I submitted my application, I saw a bunch of comments flash past my eyes. [This girl is so stupid, thinking that her mom is fair. Her

Sophia's mouth dropped open and her brow creased as she eyed him incredulously. "What?" She muttered aghast. Phil ran his hand down his face still feeling the after-effects of his overindulgence at the bar. "How do you know about Atlas being a reaper? Like a death collector?" Sophia inquired curiously and Phil grunted. "I am your guardian angel, Sophia and I'm trying to take out Randall Mathis," he told her bluntly. With a narrowed eye she frowned while crossing her arms. "So you are like Faelon then because he told me the same exact thing…well… about being my guardian angel. What do I have to do with Mr. Mathis?"

I wanted to see the person behind the lovely voice. “I am your guardian angel, Dear Heart,” he answered and then I felt the foot of the bed dip slightly. It was a good clue. I wiped my tears using the back of my hands to clear my vision. A guardian angel. Wow... My own guardian angel. The reality of it made my heart jump with joy. Finally, I have someone I could turn to. Someone I could pour all my sadness away. With this revelation, I felt the heaviness in my chest lighten.

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

Maybe something worse. This place has taken so much from me,...so much from all of us. We’ve been chained and broken, forced to fight, to survive, to serve as entertainment for those who think they control our lives. And yet, here he is,..Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started.

At his age of twelve, he was appointed to such title, to take lives while Muchie at eighteen is a level three guardian angel. "Don't you think you should just send them straight to heaven?" Muchie questions. "They might find a way to escape and go back to their bodies." "Oh!" With wide eyes he shifted weight side by side, keeping that innocent grin yet dangerous at the same time. "Maybe I should let them escape for now. That way they will know how foolish they were." Muchie sighed heavily, shaking his head in disapproval. His job is to guide young adults in earth but here he was, trying to guide an Angel of Death.

An angel I've seen a few times visit with my Uncle Gabriel lands behind Romeo. "Time's up." "Give me one more minute. Please Michael. Then I promise I'll go." Michael nods his head stepping back. "I've gotta go. Before I go. I want you to know. I love you, sissy. I was born your guardian angel. I died your guardian angel. I will forever be your guardian angel. Whenever you feel me; it's me giving you a guiding nudge in one direction or the other. I'll always be at the looking falls watching over you. I want you to live a life full of happy loving moments. I want you to mend fences with our family. Take Kallista under you wing. She's gonna need a big sister to guide her. No more guilt over me

But he looked deep into my eyes, before answering. "I'm your Guardian." At this point, I needed clothes. I snapped my mouth closed, and excused myself, throwing on a t-shirt, and pajamas shorts. All the while his words bounced around in my head. The beautiful (magical?) strange man was my guardian... And what was he exactly? He didn't look nore give off the vibes of an angel. And he actually interacted with me. When I dashed back into the living room, he was opening the door, grabbing food from the delivery man. He shut the door after he paid, taking a seat at the dining room table, placing the containers on the table.

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.