The Angel Of My Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

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.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

51 Little-angel POV I laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness. In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.