Angel Of Dreams Novels & Stories

“Want a glass? Maybe we can bond over booze since you hate the fact that I didn’t get to pick something other than a Demon for a father.” Lightning cracked outside and shook my house. “Which raised you?” “Neither!” Angelica said as she poured another helping into her glass. She looked at me. “If I don’t burn down your house with my nightmares, she will with that lightning.” “Nightmares? What nightmares?” the Valkyrie asked, her attitude switching automatically. Angelica took another drink of bourbon, turned away from the Valkyrie, and walked to the table. “Why should my dreams matter to you? Or anyone else for that matter?”

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please."

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

"You are still human, it's just that I have kept a bit of my soul in you." "Huh...." Angel's face looked stiff, slowly her body felt so weak that she couldn't stand just standing. He landed his butt on the edge of the bed, still not understanding with all that happened. "I'm not you," Angel shook her head weakly with a blank look, "no... I'm a normal human being." "This is just a dream!" screamed Angel who suddenly slapped his own cheek. "Please wake me up from this nightmare!" "Angel, stop it!" Erick held the girl's hands and sat beside her. "You can't hurt yourself."

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Oni is someone to softens the nerves of an angry man, yet I see her as I see other ladies; mischievous, desperate, cunning, and deceptive. “I want you to book a flight for me. I will be flying to Nigeria in two days,” I stated. She was silent. “Oni?” I groaned into the phone. “O…okay, sir. Business or first class?” she asked. “Business or first class?” I mimicked, pissed. Before her next word, I hung up. This isn’t the first time

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

Mark began to dream that he was in a place with a light that only illuminated the row of men there and then a door opened and a woman with a spectacular body in a red dress fitted to her beautiful body walked in a cadenced way, her hips moved from side to side like a perverted angel, she smiled at everyone, she walked observing one by one, she approached perceiving her aroma, each one's hair stood up on the back of his neck when he felt her sniffing it. She gave off an intoxicating aroma, a seductive smell, only her beautiful seductive blue eyes could be seen, her gaze warmed the coldest, she touched the torsos of the men, she reached Mark, she looked at him, smelled him, touched him, smiled

But what could be happening to me, could it be that I’m now having thought contradicting my main purpose on earth, I’ve never fell in love before, so I don’t know it symptoms. But could it really be that I was falling for the perfect one, I don’t know But I think it could smear my mission because the two of us are in different world, her in the physical realm while I was in the spiritual one, so we aren’t a perfect match. But even if we aren’t a perfect match or that we couldn’t see, it’s really wrong against my principle as an angel to fall in love with a human being, we’re not even allowed in heaven to fall in love with the females ( choirs ) there .

Then she called Jim. "I'll try to get out tomorrow morning after Dave leaves for the office and sees you," Angel muttered half-whispered into the phone. Jim seemed satisfied on the other side. He answered, "Good, I'll be waiting for you." A long time later, Angel lay with wide eyes staring into the darkness, holding back the tears that rolled down her cheeks. ***