Novel & Cerita The Angel Of My Nightmare

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

His cheeks were pale white, like he never had that rosy dust. Lucas could see the arms bandaged, his feet were covered in white too. He dragged his chair near the bed and put his face on the bed near Liam's hand, hooking their pinky fingers; he kept starring at the angelic face until he fell asleep. Liam opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He looked around, it wasn’t their home. Where was he? He could hear faint beep but at the moment his brain was overwhelmed. There was a particular stench of antiseptics and the room with all white walls.

My hands around her throat; “Should I stop, baby?” “Nooo, so god don’t stop. I'm cumming, Kian. Don't stop, oh goddddd.” she screamed, “Who do you belong to, Angel?” “You, only you, fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned. “Cum for me, Princess.” When I looked back, he was still there, our eyes locked, and he walked away. “Fuckkkk,” she screamed, her entire body lifted off the desk as she came screaming. I picked her up with her legs in my hands and started a mad thrust into her. She held onto me.

Angel let out a long, satisfying scream… * * * Awaking while bolting upright in her bed, Angel clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream. Sweat beaded along her brow. Reaching down, she felt her cum smeared across her thighs. This dream was the most outrageous yet. There was no way that Bastien would do those things. It had been an exhilarating fantasy-torture dream, only for her to come down to harsh reality. Her mind, her inner self was trying to turn him into the ultimate dom and for her… the ultimate man. Only it was just a dream, a secret wish that would never come true.

Day 2 of 3 morning "GET THE FUCK OFF MY SISTER!" My eyes snapped open in shock. A heavy weight on my boobs caught my attention, looking down I saw a head of black hair. Angel's face pressed into my boobs like they're his own personal pillow, his breathing heavy as he slept. His thick muscular arms held my body as he lay over me. His legs tangled with mine. Coles angry shout didn't wake him up, but the second Cole stepped into the room angels weight vanished from my body. He stood tall in front of Cole, his stance threatening and ready to kill as he barred his canines down at cole.

The jerking of Angel's body wakes me a few hours later. She's speaking Arabic in her sleep, and she's obviously terrified. Suddenly, she sticks out her arms and her legs fly. Then the screams begin. I manage to turn on the light as I struggle to contain her. One of her hands goes to her face and she scratches a deep gouge down her cheek. "It's me, Angel! I've got you! Wake up!" She's beyond the sound of my voice as she continues to thrash out of control. From the corner of my eye, I see the door open and Monroe is there.

As my steps neared the stairs, I heard painful whimpers coming from Angelina’s room and I froze before I took my fist step down the stairs. My head turned towards the direction of her room, contemplating whether to ignore those sounds or go inside to investigate. God, was she having another one of those episodes again? Then I heard it loud and clear, her sounds of distress shooting right through my heart, making my legs move towards her room on their fucking own. “Please! Don’t kill her! Please! Stop please!” I walk inside and find her thrashing in bed, her tears falling down through her closed eyes. She was having another nightmare about her mom’s murder.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

My lo- I stopped there and opened my eyes. All I could see was a blurry world around me. It was not because of rage. But the despair that followed. My jaw clenched as did my fists. My head was pushed back on the headrest of my chair. Angel lied to me. She hid the truth from me. She hid the fact that she could be killed that night. And that terrified me. All the possibilities of that night, scared me. All that could ever happen. What if someone hurt my Angel badly? What if they accidentally shot her! What if they kil-NO!