Angel Of Dreams Novels & Stories

"I used to be a Weaver before I became a Reaper. Before, in my dreams, I always saw this angel that felt so close to me. I could see its face, but I didn't know its name. It constantly recurs in my dreams every night. I grew fond of that angel, and I think that's because I was a Weaver—as our blessings have something to do with emotions, maybe I couldn't use the blessings well that it controls me instead. "So, I decided to be re-classed. I also find Weaving a boresome task. I always see entities fall in love while I am lost, looking for that soul to complete me. So, I chose to be a Reaper, and maybe—just maybe, it could help me suppress my fantasies over that angel I had never met. And it wo

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

Nonetheless, I refuse to give up on the possibility of finding my mate, and I continue to keep my eyes and ears open for any sign of her. For the past few weeks, I have been tormented by dreams of her. In my dreams, she appears before me like an angel with long, flowing golden hair that shimmers in the moonlight. Her beautiful blue eyes are as clear as the ocean, and they seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief. Her smile is enchanting, and it takes my breath away every time. I can’t seem to shake off these dreams, and I find myself yearning for her all day.

Asira stood on the side not sure what to do. Meanwhile, upstairs, Camila was fast asleep having a wonderful dream. In her dream, Ethan proposed to her and she happily said yes. Next, she found herself in the church, dressed in an expensive white gown walking down the aisle towards Ethan who was waiting for her at the altar. She found herself standing in front of Ethan saying her vows.

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

Tony’s hands dropped to his lap, useless. “But you—” A long silence. Then Angel exhaled slowly. Softly. His shoulders dropped. “You’re right,” Angel said, “You’re… obsessive. Controlling. A nightmare to deal with.” Tony flinched. “And sex with you always feels like we’re always chasing something. Running a fucking marathon.” His heart sank. “But… you’re my handsome nightmare,” Angel added, gently kneeling down in front of him, his posture softening. Closer. Close enough to see the tear tracks still drying on his cheeks.

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

my gaze lifted to a nearby rooftop standing there looking down on the scene was the beautiful white-haired silver-eyed boy, his face was marred with pain and grief wearing just a pair of denim jeans stretching from his back was pair of beautiful white wings, he was an angel grieving for the loss of the one he loved an angel had cried for me when I died sometime long ago, Kyra woke up gasping and shaking, wrapping her arms around her body as she shivered It was the same dream again, the one she'd had repeatedly for years she hadn't had a dream in months something was coming she could sense it, something bad She felt like a dark cloud of dread hung over her head Shaking off the gloom, She clim

I don't know when I'm drifted into sleep in his arms meanwhile in the sky good angel : is there any other piece of man like this guy evil angel : why good angel : to make him mine evil angel : didn't you see what kind of guy he is earlier good angel : who cares evil angel : me good angel : huh evil angel : you're not allowed to dream about any guy good angel : why evil angel : that's it