The Angel Of My Nightmare 소설 & 이야기

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

she whispered as she cat walked to the bed. “You are a temptress, even if you look as innocent as fuck” “Well Shawn doesn’t look as dangerous as he is” “Looks may deceive, but you would always be my angel” Her heart pounded as she wondered if he would still see her as innocent or an angel when he found out that even her name had being a fake, everything about her seemed false, like she was living a life that belonged to someone else, but the difference is that now this had become her life, she loved it.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Well after all, this is his world so it'd be natural if she can feel it. As she steps further into her piece, she saw a boy whose hair is long, his body so skinny, his face almost looking like that of the corpse bride. It looks like the boy is on his way to dying, just in this dim vintage looking place, his ice blue eyes dull. Why is she seeing things like this? Is the Angel of Death disrupting her peace? When Amorivia opened her eyes, her breathing heaved. She puts a hand over her heart, feeling it beating inside of her.

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.

"You freaking rat! This is not your room, and you don't belong here! If it's not just for the money-" "What? Continue what you're saying. Did the cat get your tongue?" "Ughh!" She carried Angel and went out of my room. Glad that the devil and his son aren't here. For sure, they would get mad at me too. But it's not a big deal. Now, let's see what Angel did. ... [ Angel's Point of View ] "Help, mom!" "Mom?" "Don't leave me!" What was that? A nightmare? Where am I? I'm at a hospital.

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”