Angel Of Dreams Novels & Stories

Angelina's mom Dreama, never married her dad. He was part of Dragons MC. A one per-center club that deals in drugs and other illegal acts. When Angel was three, her dad Tommy aka Scorpion went to jail. Fearing his club, her mom moved away to go live with her sister. Data and Angel's moms were sisters. When Angel was ten, her mom married a guy named Walter. Walter was a computer programmer and learned quickly that Angel was highly intelligent and a natural, so he taught her everything he knew. When he came into their lives, Angel's love for computers began.

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

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. ***

"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?”

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.