The Angel Of My Nightmare Novels & Stories

I can't lose my angel! *************************

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?”

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

When his anger was taking him over, it felt good to have her struggle, but he liked it better when she was compliant. Christian was finally down for the night, so he laid on the bed beside her and watched her sleep for a few minutes. She was beautiful even when she was having a bad dream. He slowly pushed her hair back from her face and went to wrap his arms around her. When he did, she started struggling in her sleep. She wound up smacking him in the face and his anger took over. He jerked her body against his and she woke up screaming. He covered her mouth with his to keep her from waking Christian up.

I wanted to cry because of so much annoyance but I couldn't because my mascara would get ruined and that man didn't even deserve a single tear of mine. But you see, a few days after I encountered him there in Expression Valley, I started to feel like someone was following and watching me. And actually, I tried to look for other clients again and not be affected. I still get one or two every day somehow, but I still feel like I'm betraying someone even though I don't even have a boyfriend. I mean, that's so fucking strange. In fact I was a goddamn horror and gore novelist for the freaking sake of voodoo dolls and I was actually planning to be a Funeral Director, yet I found myself screaming m

she gasped turning to face him. "What is it, my angel?" Her murmured, rubbing circles on her thigh. Another scream rang out; a needle was being inserted in the man's penis hole. "Juan," Arya said again, her heart beating so fast out of terror and fear. "Have you seen what I do to people who disobey my orders mio angelo?" He whispered, his hand travelling up higher on her thighs. "You wouldn't do that to me," she whispered in fear. "I won't. If you obey me principessa."

This made him very curious. They were soon home and Bryce walked Angela into the house. They had a silent supper and they both went upstairs to retire for the night. "Would you stay with me tonight?" Angela asked. Angela had made this request because she knew she would have another episode of the nightmare if she was alone. When Mr and Mrs Anderson adopted her at the age of thirteen years from the orphanage, she was already having this nightmare every night. Mrs Anderson moved into her room and started spending the night with her. She would rest her hand on her tapping her gently till she fell asleep and when she started to move in her sleep, Mrs Anderson would call out her name and start si

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

Ethan wondered why his bed suddenly feels small and uncomfortable not realizing he was not in his apartment. In his apartment, he sleeps on a king-size bed with a mattress customized for his comfort. He tried to get up but felt an excruciating headache. He lay back down and realize he was not alone. It suddenly dawned on him he was not in his home. He quickly recalled the events of the previous night and turned to look at the half-naked woman sleeping beside him. She had her back turned to him so he could not see her face to know who she was. "Fuck! What the hell did I do," he cursed and got out of bed and found his clothes and that of the woman scattered on the floor.

The angel was… Maisie and it was all a nightmare. ** I woke up gagging on a cough. The winter was maliciously cold although the heater was working just as it should – but yet, I was sweating profusely. I sat up on my bed for a few minute nuzzling my blanket closer over my body to keep me warm as I recollected the nightmare. An angel? Maisie? D… dea… death? I wanted to clear my head a little so I left pulled off the blanket and sank my cold legs into a warm Dunlop.