Angel Of Dreams Novels & Stories

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

My thumbs brush her cheeks, memorizing the warmth of her skin and the way her lashes flutter when I touch her. "Azren?" she whispers, a trace of confusion crossing her features. I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. "I love you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything." Before she can respond, I let the power swell inside of me, that dark, hypnotic thread I never use on her. My eyes lock onto hers, my voice dropping into the low, commanding register. "Sleep, Angel," I murmur. Betrayal flashes across her face, her eyes widening with shock right before her eyelids flutter and her body goes limp in my arms.

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."

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

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

They climbed into my lap, and I placed kisses on each of their little heads. Angel was wearing a blue sundress, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun. Even though she looked exhausted, she was fucking gorgeous. She was not only an amazing mom and wife, but an exceptional Luna. Everyone who met her instantly fell in love. Her telekinesis had also advanced so much she could create and control all of the elements and change states of matter in an instant. I couldn't help but marvel at her every day. Once Angel realized Noah was here, she embraced him. "Oh my Goddess, Noah! You came back!" she exclaimed through tears.

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