The Angel Of My Nightmare Novels & Stories

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."

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.

When an angel leave the world, it took away the peace that once graced by us. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Arlet abruptly awoke in the dead of night, her body was drenched in sweat. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, realizing she was in her hotel room next to Milo’s room. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, feeling the remnants of a vivid nightmare that echoed Raya’s desperate cries. The weight of their last conversation lingered in Arlet’s mind, and she couldn’t help but blame herself for Raya’s pain. She recognized that her nightmare was a result of overthinking the situation.

CAELUM AGE EIGHTEEN I've been losing sleep but boy—is it worth it? Every time I close my eyes she's right there, and when I do get a little sleep, she haunts my nightmares. I never thought I'd see the day when my nightmares would be replaced with such an Angel, I don't deserve to have met her but maybe this is God showing he forgived me. If not, why else would he show me his angel? I had gone to Neon Flame for one purpose only, to get drunk and forget about the shitty fight I had with my grandfather. Not once did I anticipate encountering a beautiful girl, much less in the men's lavatory.

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.