روايات وقصص ضمن 43 Nightmares

Jess had reached out to her friend and tried to explain that Lucian was not to blame but she was in no fit state to listen to anyone trapped in her nightmares. Trina tried not to have any more nightmares, she took relaxing lavender scented baths before bed, tried hot milky drinks and even sleeping tablets. Nothing worked the nightmares got worse, she fought and screamed and begged cowering in the corner of the bedroom taking longer and longer to be shaken out of it. Then, the night before her appointment with the Psychiatrist, Caleb had to work late waiting for a conference call from China. Trina went to bed alone and the worst nightmare hit her, deeply asleep she fought her demons but then

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

Sleep didn't come easily. My irritation over what was unfolding between Mira, Rowan, and Valerian had me tossing and turning for over an hour. When I finally did drift off, my dreams were restless and dark, filled with terrible visions of my friends dead, Lyanna bleeding out with her body becoming some kind of weapon, and a wall of fire sweeping over my entire pack and every shifter on earth. By the time my alarm went off at three in the morning, I had barely managed two hours of sleep.

Three days. For three days since Cayden left, nightmares had plagued me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of a silver-haired man stroking my face with love. Then the image would shift, and the same man would be watching me bleed, his eyes cold and distant. And a woman’s mocking laughter would echo in the darkness. "Another nightmare?" Rhys asked, sitting by my bed, his eyes full of concern. I nodded, feeling weaker each day. The nightmares were draining my life force.

He could make the truth feel small and silly. “The blood work… could have anomalies,” Dr. Evans said slowly, not meeting my eyes anymore. “Stress can do strange things. Perhaps a more thorough psychiatric evaluation…” “No!” I slammed my hand on the bed rail. “You know me! You told me it was a miracle! You hugged me!” Now she looked at the floor. “Sienna, I think… the trauma of the fall, the blood loss… it might be causing confusion.” They were rewriting history right in front of me. Erasing my baby. Turning me into a liar.

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

My bloodline is more important than that. “I just… I went to see Nic,” our gazes clash quickly before her eyes dart to her feet when I give her my Alpha stare. “Whatever, sleep early cause we have an appointment first thing tomorrow morning, don’t spend your time doing rubbish.” I try to sleep and what I’ve been experiencing for the past four nights happen again. Everytime I go to bed, I end up having terrible nightmares and wake up sweaty, feeling numb then I hallucinate before I come back to consciousness.

OLIVIA'S POV NIGHTMARES- Those far-off melancholic dreams one have filled with darkness and so many other sinister things one couldn't dare mention. It had been recurring off late, these same dreams and far-off vision like flickering of the mind. I had tried understanding this particular one but clearly couldn't and to make things worse Nate was having it as well, I had awaken a fortnight again to see the aura of his dream how darkish it looked, but had since shoved it out if my mind when he had said nothing the next day.