The Angel Of My Nightmare Novels & Stories

LeBlanc looks at me and smiles knowingly. If the image of the confessional has ever turned my head upside down, then that will be responsible for my next crisis. THE WHITE... I drive to my building. And when I say that, I don't mean I'm going to my apartment. In fact, the building is mine. Next to me, Angelic sleeps with his head against the window. Slightly messy hair covers her face, but I can see her relaxed body. His sleep is innocent, like that of a person who has never seen anything so unsettling as having nightmares every night.

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.

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.

She knew that he would find her one day but all she could pray was that she would still be alive to witness that day. That she wouldn't be broken to a point of no-repair. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Angelina started to panic when something similar to a blindfold covered her eyes and her world turned black. Her breaths became shorter and faster and she started to feel dizzy by the pace of her breath and heartbeat. Her breathing was harsh and came out in pants. Everyday nightmares plunged her sleep and held into her like a god damned vice, the nightmares that were long gotten rid of just by breathing in Sylvester's attractive scent was finally back again......to torment her and to remind her that she can neve

I got into her room to notice dad's not here yet but Angel looks like she's having a nightmare. I sat on the bed and took her into my arms and started rocking her "it's ok Angel, it's just a nightmare" I rubbed her back "I'm here now there's no need to be scared Angel" I kept rocking her hoping it will help. That was until she started fighting me and got a pretty hard blow to my jaw. This is a pretty bad nightmare and man is she strong. "Angel! Angel it's me Ashley it's ok it's just a nightmare" this time I'm trying to wake her.

He is observant and is like a dog with a bone when he gets a whiff of something. “She has been having nightmares about Foxy. She thinks she is alive and will kill her. But in the book it says nightmares are common in expectant mother’s something to do with the hormones and anxiety of being pregnant. Did mom ever have nightmares when she was expecting me?” I ask, because these nightmares are always the same. I think Angel is manifesting them out of fear because of the crash. But also because she killed Foxy, even though we didn’t know Foxy was pregnant at the time.

"No. I don’t. I thought I was dreaming; I thought you were a dream." "What?" Angel said, searching her gaze and the coldness in his eyes seemed to evaporate for about a minute and then they grew even chillier. "Do I look stupid to you, Miss Nadia Rufus? Do you think being half-human makes me an imbecile? I will have you know that my kind is twice as intelligent as you humans, and I can perceive a lie when I hear one." "I am telling you the truth, Angel." "Your truth is that you were dreaming of raping me?" he said through gritted teeth.

Granny asked with concern. "Granny, I have a nightmare twice, when a lady in white came to me and continuously trying to wake me up. She was so gorgeous and always smile at me. And then when you told me about my parents, I jerked my thoughts. I took it as a nightmare. I had signs of angels but I always ignored them. I never thought it in that way". She replied.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.