Depressing Realizations Novels & Stories

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

He wake me up at midnight and took me again, and another one at dawn until I totally pass out. I woke up in the afternoon and I can't feel my lower half, I tried to move and I saw a painkiller and water at the night stand, I reach it and drink two pills. I wait to kick in the medicine and move again. As I sat I see that I was still naked under the duvet. I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches.

“ I'm speechless. ” “ You know Mira, sometimes I find myself being jealous of the friendship between Joseph and yourself. It's too beautiful to be true. ” “ You think so? ” “ I don't just think so! I know so! ” “ Ah! But I think our friendship is just like any normal one out there. ” “ It's far from being just normal, girl. ” “ Didn't realize. ” “ Um. Your relationship made me remember a book titled Depressed ; love yourself. How close the female lead was to her brother. They were closer than married couples! ”

Appearances are not everything, they are mostly deceptive, I can prove that myself. - So please, consider what I said, even though I may look like a crazy person, standing in this room, after almost being buried alive by recent events, I can assure you that I am being as sane as possible here. - Her gaze had changed, she had realized that she really meant it.

His back was a bit hunched, his vitality replaced by weariness. Back then, my mother remarked, "If they hadn't torn each other apart, his success wouldn't have been any less than your dad's. Your aunt and cousins would still be living in luxury. Sadly, they mistook bitterness for strength and hurt themselves in the process. What was the point?" I suddenly remembered Derrick mentioning "self-destruction" last night. I couldn't quite recall the exact words, but it was something like, "Smart women know better than to engage in pointless fights. It benefits no one."

A smile unconsciously tugged at my lips. Later that night, there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Jessica standing outside, looking haggard and anxious. "We need to talk," she said. I stepped aside to let her in. She wrung her hands together and worked up the courage to say, "Zachary, I've always wanted my husband to be you. I've been waiting for you. Marcus' temper is getting worse, and he spends money lavishly. I…" I couldn't hold back a derisive laugh. "Waiting for me? Jessica, do you even believe your own words? What do you take me for, someone you can just summon and dismiss as you please?"

“We can drop the ‘ Alpha’ .” He nodded in understanding, I didn’t want to give out my identity. If humans knew wolves were now purchasing arms? It could give the wrong idea of us planning a war, which wouldn’t be good. “Roland, it’s a pleasure to finally meet in person.” “I could say the same but given the circumstances.” “I know.” My beta cleared his throat, beside me, “This is Christopher…my beta.” “A pleasure.” They both shook hands. Just as I was about to speak, a little kid ran out from behind the store crying.

Adrian stared at the dark stain, then gave a cold laugh. “Fake blood?” he said. “You really prepared everything.” I tried to tell him it was real, but no sound came out. The pain spread through my body. My knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the marble floor. It was freezing. Adrian was still speaking above me, but his voice grew farther and farther away. I stared at the chandelier until the light blurred. Then I lay there, unable to move. And I never got up again.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]