Dread Mga Nobela at Kwento

puno ng takot at pangamba ang kanyang bosses habang nakatingin sa binata na papalapit sa kanya. The fear in her eyes was palpable as she gazed at the man approaching her. Her heart racing, she felt an overwhelming urge to turn and run, to find a place to hide where he couldn't reach her. Her legs trembled beneath her, as if ready to sprint at any moment, but her body seemed frozen in place, unable to move as the man drew closer and closer. The sound of his footsteps echoed in her mind, heightening her sense of dread. Would she be able to escape, or would he catch up to her? The fear paralyzed her, leaving her trapped in a moment of sheer terror.

] CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: THE DREADFUL, BLOODY NIGHT Robert Ezekiel Mondragon’s Point of View If someone would tell me that I’ll experience something as horrifying and terrifying as this I’d tell him to fuck off and I’ll smack his head until he passed out. I would love to do anything— everything to runaway far from this terrifying place, how I would love to trade my money to get myself and my family away from this, how I would love to beg all the saints and the God in the heaven just to spare me and my family from this mess but here I am, the useless, coward and a scared cat version of myself sulking in the small sofa muttering nonsense, hugging myself and rocking

Mukha akong hangin sa gitna nila. "Do you still dream about the dark abyss, Drex?" Maya-maya ay tanong ni Lola sa kaharap pagkatapos ibaba ang tasa. "Yes," Sagot ni Zandrex. Matagal bago niya ito nagawang dugtungan, tila nagdadalawang isip. "But this time, Kris, I feel that I was really there. I can feel the blood, their screams, the knife..." Nanginig ang kamay nito.

Huminga siya ng malalim at inabot ang malamig na tubig na nakapatong sa coffee table. “I had this bad dream. I always had a dream about the creek. I drowned at it and I bathed in red. I don’t understand how I developed a phobia with water. Palagi kong napapanaginipan na nalulunod ako sa batis. Pero kanina, it was different. I saw someone at the other side of the creek. It was a woman. Then there was a gunshot”

Especially if he discovered my deception, my manipulation, my plan for revenge? Fear gnawed at me, a cold, relentless dread that threatened to consume me. The carefully constructed facade, the calculated confidence, the unwavering resolve— they all crumbled in the face of this raw, visceral fear. My safety, my well-being— they were suddenly precarious, uncertain, threatened. The escape, the revengpe— they seemed increasingly distant, increasingly elusive.

Pinasadahan ko ng tingin ang natumbang nilalang sa aking harapan, na ngayo'y nag-uumapaw na ang nararamdamang takot. Muli kong pinasadahan nang tingin ang dugong lumalabas sa aking tatlong daliri, bahagya ko itong ibinaluktot at mabilis na umakyat ang dugo mula rito at ang kaninang mapulang likido ay naging itim. Pinagmasdan ko itong umakyat paitaas at nang umabot na ito ng tatlumpung talampakan ay ibinuka ko na ang aking palad.

Hindi sa hindi siya masaya sa nadis-close na reyalidad kundi takot siya sa katiyakan na uusigin siya nito sa kadahilanang pagtatago tungkol kay baby Haven. Hinagupit ng singhap at bulung-bulungan ang buong pavilion. Marami sa mga fratmate ni Hydrus ang matinis na napamura, may ilan pa na ginamit ang iba’t ibang lenggwahe’ng ‘di niya matukoy kung ano ang alin.

Ang takot sa kamatayan ay tuluyan nang nilamon ng isang marahas, primal, at walang preno na s-xual hysteria. Si Zane ay tila isang demonyo ng purong pagnanasa na nakatayo sa harap ko. Ang kanyang katawan ay basang-basa ng ulan at ng malapot, nanunuot na scent ng aming sariling mga likido. Ang kanyang mga mata—na dati ay puno ng malamig na kalkulasyon—ay tuluyan nang nag-apoy sa ilalim ng pulang liwanag ng emergency alarm. Ang kanyang ari ay nagniningning ang mga makasalanang ugat dahil sa tindi ng libog, pumupulsar nang may bagsik na tila ba binuo ito para lang wasakin ang aking buong pagkatao.

The weight is suffocating, dragging me down like I'm being strangled slowly, methodically, until the last bit of life drains from me. My hands tremble violently, shaking with a cold rage and helpless fear. My shoulders convulse uncontrollably as if trying to shake off the memories clawing at me. Tears flood my face, hot and endless, carving channels through the grime and blood. My cracked lips part in desperate gasps, fighting for breath that won't come. Every inhale is ragged, shallow, like my lungs are collapsing under the pressure.

Hindi 'ko alam ang dahilan kung bakit ganoon sila kung makatitig na para bang si Frelan ay isang hari na dapat na respetuhin, na dapat katakutan at higit sa lahat ay ang labis na paghanga. I looked up at Frelan but I can't find any emotions from his face instead it was plain serious and cold. His eyes was dark and scary. It's shivering the inside of me, the kind of aura that we should be afraid. Now I know why people looked at him like he was the scariest man alive just by seeing his emotionless face. I thought he would be affected by the people who keeps on staring at him but I'm wrong.