The Angel Of My Nightmare の小説・ストーリー

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

The same I fell in love with sixteen. Eventually, Mr. Graff returned to save his yacht from my terrible driving. After breakfast on the deck and an hour of travel, exhaustion finally caught up with me. Dario had work to finish. I had every intention of staying awake. Instead, I passed out the second my head touched the pillow. The dream came suddenly. It was Angel, and he was dying. Blood and screams reflected through the darkness, and I woke with a gasp. My heart hammered painfully against my ribs. The room was empty again.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

of course. That night Elizabeth had a nightmare There was screaming blood, fire, darkness, and black feathers everywhere. Elizabeth tried to escape it but didn't know how to, she was amongst the wings flapping and feet aching, but she wondered how she got here and why she was running? she didn't know, all she knew is she had to keep running until this dream or nightmare was over. She looked around and saw some angels and demons fighting, yelling, and killing each other. She finally stopped and looked behind, Infront, and side to side. she then realized that she was in the middle of the angels and demon's war. She panicked until some angels and demons came to her and bowed before her, she was

I'm just feeling pity for my child for thinking that his father has another priority in life. I shut down my eyes. I think about what will happen if I do get pregnant. In my thoughts, I didn't realize that I fell asleep next to my mom. 'Angel...' .'Angel...' 'Angel...' "Aurora, Aurora..." "My angel!" My eyes widened because something was trying to wake up my sleeping spirit. "Darling..." I saw mommy's worried face next to me. "Mom?" I call her. I feel my heart beat faster. "You are having a nightmare, my dear. You keep on saying, Angel."

Haven’t gone through the codes book I decided to start tomorrow with the first code “the activation of the angel of death at the cemetery. The book described the angel of death as the wicked angel. The death angel is dumb and deaf. it doesn't have any sympathy for anyone. It operates when the opponent number ranges from thousand upwards. I commanded the astral mirror to wake me up when it is 12 midnight. In my sleep, I heard a loud noise of alarm I woke up and it was exactly 12 midnight. I wore my gown and vanished in the air to the cemetery. I knelt on the material crossed my hand and activated my spiritual eyes as the book has stated.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please."

An angel who is under disguise. I laugh bitterly and slowly I close my eyes with hopes that I won’t wake up from this nightmare.