Chaotic Dreams Novels & Stories

Sienna remained silent for a moment, letting me talk. “It’s not… it’s not that I’m crazy. I… I know what’s real and what’s not… or at least I thought I did.” My knuckles tightening against the wooden surface. “But it felt… it felt so real.” Sienna nodded slowly. “Vivid dreams can be a symptom of trauma… stress… or even a neurological condition.” She opened her notebook again and flipped through a few pages. “Some people experience something called ‘hypnagogic’ or ‘hypnopompic’ hallucinations, when they’re falling asleep or waking up.”

Raymond had only just been sentenced to 20 years in prison when he received news of Laura's death, and he went insane on the spot. He wouldn't stop repeating his apologies and admitting that he was wrong, muttering them over and over again under his breath. Unfortunately, nobody cared about the words of a madman. … Three years later, Melanie's self-founded jewelry brand officially launched in Bell City. The same day, Raymond had a complete mental breakdown and killed himself in prison. When Melanie heard the news, it was the first time she had ever gotten completely drunk—alone on her balcony, crying and laughing by herself. She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like an

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

The house slept on, oblivious to her unraveling. Sleep tugged at her edges finally around 3 AM, but even in half-conscious drifts, her hips twitched against the ruined bolster, clit seeking friction in dreams. Charlotte woke again at 4:17, body stiff and sore, the room a sauna of her own making—air stagnant with layered musk, every inhale pulling the tangy evidence of her marathon into her lungs. *Still want it,* she marveled hazily, crawling back into position one last time, straddling the sagging pillow-fold now flattened from abuse. Motion slow and languid, like wading through honey, she rocked side to side, clit numb yet sparking faintly with each pass.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m glad you told me, but you’re too exhausted to get answers tonight, so let’s get some rest. We can call home tomorrow and you can talk to my mom to see if she knows anything. Rieka smiles, and though it doesn’t reach her eyes, it’s genuine. I take her lips again, and she melts into me. ----- RIEKA The dreams I’ve been having are unpredictable. Sometimes I’ll have a dream every night for a week, then I won’t have any dreams that I remember for at least 3 weeks. I’ve had the same dream with slight variations a few times, but then I’ve had other dreams only once.

Seraphina’s POV “No... No, help me... someone, anyone! Help me!” Seraphina jolted awake with a scream, her chest heaving violently. Her back was soaked in cold sweat, her damp hair clinging to her flushed face, and warm tears were streaming down her cheeks like silent rivers of agony. Another nightmare. The same nightmare. The scene of her death. If nothing reminded her of that cursed night, it was these damned dreams. Reliving it every time her eyes closed, like some cruel movie on loop that never ceased tormenting her. The pain. The betrayal. The blood.

But no matter how much I drank, I couldn't shake the image of the rabbit from my mind. I couldn't understand why I was having such violent and disturbing dreams lately. I had always been a peaceful and compassionate person, so the aggressive nature of these dreams was completely out of character for me. As I tried to fall back asleep, I couldn't help but wonder if these dreams were trying to tell me something. Maybe they were a manifestation of some deep-seated fear or anxiety that I had been trying to ignore.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the intoxication that had become my only solace. As sleep claimed me, my dreams were haunted by images of fallen warriors and the specter of an unknown mate. Their faces blended together in a chaotic montage of pain and longing, stirring a mix of anger and longing within me. I tossed and turned, my mind trapped in a realm of restless dreams and turbulent emotions.

And since we're in the middle of the night, probably many strange things happening right now. "What the f*ck! " And there! Just like what I said, many strange things happening right now. "Damn it! Get a room you idiots! " Agent 45 said. I remain in my usual reaction. This kind of scene is not new on me. I've seen a lot of this. Inside the quarter, building, or even in movies. But hey, I've never been do it. I'm totally an innocent girl. "So sweet. " 38 said.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.