Angel Of Dreams Novels & Stories

"The hour glass is a symbol of limited time on earth, grave-digging tools and dead bodies suggest fresh graves and angels are associated with heaven." I focused my attention on the word 'angel' before looking at Angel again. I don't believe in chances but since Angel was here, maybe the dream would come true if we don't act. I just let them talk, especially the women. They're talking about dresses and all. "What?! You are Dave's fiancé?" Arya shouted which caught my attention. Fiancé? I looked at them. Angel nodded with a playful smile on her lips. "So you're probably that girl who gave him an ice cream before to comfort him about his loss," I heard Reign say.

They are wrought with visions of beautiful angels, girls pleading for their lives, and a knife cutting through my chest. The next morning, I wake up completely tired and confused after my restless night. The dreams seemed so real. I wish my angel were real. That’s the only good part about falling asleep. In my dreams, an angel swoops down from the sky and takes me in his arms. I can’t really see his face, but something tells me that we’re meant to be together. He always whispers something that makes my heart melt. Then I wake up, and I can’t remember what it is. It’s so frustrating. All I know is that I w

he said and took a shaky breath when she went very quiet. "Angel?" she called in a hesitant voice. Angel shut his eyes tightly, and in reflex, his arms around her tightened as well. "Yes, my darling," he rasped. "I had a really scary dream," she whispered and he heard the fear in her words. Angel clenched his jaw and pressed a kiss to her hair. "I dreamt … I dreamt I was with child and then he … um faded from my arms…. Please, please tell me it was a dream."

“It's overly romantic But I know that it's real I hope you don't mind If I say what I feel…” Angel sounded like he was talking to Mira while singing and it was making her chuckled but she nodded. She wanted to hear what Angel was feeling at their very moment. “It's like I'm in somebody else's dream This could not be happening to me…” Angel sighed as he could feel it was indeed a dream that he was hoping to be real once he woke up. “But you were there And you were everything I'd never see…” as Angel started singing the chorus, he looked deeply into Mira’s eyes that were tri-color and he knew that she was listening attentively to his message.

Drake Not long after she fell asleep, the peace I had hoped for vanished. Angel began to mumble, her words tangled and broken, the distress visible in the way her brow pinched and her head thrashed against the pillow. “Angel, wake up,” I whispered, my voice cutting through the dark. “It’s a dream. You’re having a nightmare.” “Drake…” she groaned, her eyes still squeezed shut, her fingers clawing strongly at the silk sheets.

Thinking of the video of Gurmisran entering her room late at night that Madelyn had shown her, Angel felt like she wanted to die. No wonder she had always had such a weird dreams, which were in fact things that happened in real life. How dare Gurmisran do this to her! She wanted to kill Gurmisran! Angel did not believe that Ornard was dead. Ornard was so healthy, so there was no reason that he was dead. Madelyn had to be lying to her. Angel struggled out of bed and walked out step by step with the help of the wall. She was at the door when she bumped into the nurse.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

“You must return. You must save the missing females. Things are far worse than you realize. Call every pack, no one is safe. Dominic… the wolf in your dreams was the first taken.” My dream angel stepped closer, brushing her muzzle against my chest, a soft mournful sound rumbling from her. “You must save her.” A violent pull wrenched me backward like the dream was being ripped away from me. I reached for her. For Serene. For answers. But everything collapsed into a white light. Beep… beep… beep…

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

he managed to get out. Angel smiled at him in a way he had never seen before. It was less restrained, as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. “I never wanted to be Miss Americana. That was my mother’s dream. I wanted to win to spite her and use the scholarship money to get away but I don’t need that anymore. What I need is to figure out what I want to do next since my dreams changed and that would be easier at home than while traveling around the country with so much to do I can hardly breathe.”