Novel & Cerita The Angel Of My Nightmare

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

His expensive gaming setup. "Do not tell me that is why you actually came here." Ayven frowned. "I hate lies. Do you really have nightmares? Do not lie to me." "I am not lying!" Angel clutched her teddy bear tighter. "I really do have nightmares. Every night, even before coming here." "I never had nightmares growing up." Ayven climbed back onto his bed. "You are still growing up," Angel pointed out. She sat on the edge of the bed. Careful. Like she was afraid he would kick her out.

Suriel – angel of healing, whose name means “God’s command.” “Come on, wake up, sleepyhead!” I heard my aunt’s voice as she snatched the headphones away from my head. I struggled to open my eyes. I looked at my wristwatch. It was one in the afternoon. I slept in again and I knew Meredith hated that. But sometimes, I couldn’t help it. It was hard for me to sleep at nights. In the dark, the nightmares got worse. I couldn’t sleep with the lights out now. But even with the lights on, I still found myself waking up in the middle of the night, screaming as the memories of the pain I had experienced during that night come back to me, making me retreat, and curl up in fear and misery.

This was the first time I heard it right beside me. "Angel? Wake up, love," I called, already turning on the bedside lamp and grabbing her shoulders. "Wake up, come on, Angela! It's just a nightmare!" Her scream echoed again, and I pulled her body into my arms, finally seeing her eyes open wide with genuine terror. "It was a nightmare—it's over. You're in our home, in my arms; no one can touch you here!"

ANGEL He was back. Again. It was the sound of the door that stirred me awake from another nightmare, ripping me back to reality, my real hell. Him. Somewhere between Daniel leaving and me wallowing in every decision that led me to this pathetic situation, I had somehow fallen asleep. My body was worn out. The sheets below were now warm with my body heat, but still uncomfortably moist. The wetness wasn't the only thing I was aware of. In this unending darkness, my senses seemed to have heightened.

My angel talks in her sleep and what I hear her say has me shocked, " He'll probably kill me once he finds another girl. Remember he's a mafia and killing a stupid girl is nothing to him. But boy is he hot, those muscles and that smile... yeah I'm dead soon. So scared. Daddy why?" I realize she's having some sort of nightmare as she talks out loud to herself so I can't get upset at her, but I am pissed she thinks she's going to die soon. She's my angel, mine. I know it's hard for her to believe, but when I said I had plans for it, I meant it. I have been patient for so long, watching her from afar for the past year, waiting for my opportunity.

"Besides the handsome face, you should also make sure that I get a good partner! Look, I'm just a girl! I don't know what's good and what's not!" Shit! And she thinks I know all that? How do I know they are good or bad? "And, please take me back to the hospital, it's time for me to take medicine!" *** "Oh my god! Can you knock before you come in?" the Angel Julian screamed as he saw my presence. Come on! I don't even understand why Angels need houses and doors! We can penetrate anything, so what is it all for? "Hey, aren't you in charge of recording the good and bad of humanity?"I asked as I approached Julian, who was busy with all the monitors in front of him.

“Why was I such a bitch to him?” she asked herself, cringing at the reminder of the fact that had been exactly what he had called her right before he stormed out of the room. Determined not to think about him or any of it any longer, Angel finally gave up trying to sleep and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost five in the morning. She had been in bed for almost two hours and yet she felt as though she was never going to be able to drop off. Knowing that she would have to be up in an hour for university, she decided it was better to go through the day entirely sleepless rather than drowsy after only forty-five minutes, if she was even lucky enough to get that.

The Next Day Morning came like a punishment. Just another hopeless reminder that I was still alive—and Angel might not be. I didn’t sleep. My body lay on the bed all night, stiff and hollow, while my mind replayed Marcus’s voice over and over again. “If you make any silly move, you will never see Angel again. And people will remember you as a cheat—a psychopath who killed her daughter and fed on her.” Every time I closed my eyes, I would have nightmares of Angel being battered in front of me. So I stayed awake throughout the night.

The night was heavy with darkness as Cordelia tossed and turned in her sleep. Dreams haunted her, twisted and distorted, mirroring the chaos of her waking life. She found herself in a maze of shadows, pursued by nameless figures, unable to escape their relentless pursuit. Each corner she turned only led her deeper into the labyrinth, trapping her in a web of fear. But amidst the turmoil, a faint glimmer of hope emerged. In the midst of her nightmare, Cordelia heard a familiar voice calling out to her, a voice filled with warmth and reassurance.