Dreadful Night Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing events. Will trigger traumas that contain violence and abuse. Kindly skip some parts. Chapter 8- Darkness The frost season has already started and just like the heavy weather, the atmosphere at La Papillonne is dreadful. The memories of death lingered through the minds of the orphans and caused solemn fear to everyone including Elise. Elise did not sleep and stayed awake until morning. Beth, who is quiet now with tears in her eyes, didn't move because of the shock. Elise hardly got her grief together and started to move to change clothes disposing of her plain pajamas.

The attack, unexpected at this time, was made all the more jarring by the perceivable calmness of the night that had carried on prior to its commencement. Disturbed at first from his restless sleep by what he could only describe as an uneasiness in the eerie stillness of a moonless night, Allen had opened his eyes only to stare into its distinct blankness. His mind and nerves unsettled by the recurring nightmares which seemed to haunt him, Allen laid awake amongst the cold damp sheets attempting to quieten his breathing. The night terrors, only intensifying since the events surrounding Chiri’s hex, there was not a night he had not suffered from them as of late. The declining nature of his pa

HEY GUYS,, SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING A CHAPTER YESTERDAY... I WAS REALLY HOOKED UP,, BUH I WILL TRY TO GIVE YOU GUYS A BONUS CHAPTER TODAY.. DON'T FORGET TO SUPPORT THE BOOK WITH YOUR GEMS & REVIEW. THANKS A BUNCH. HEHEHE His soul floated, hiding just beneath his skin, dreading the moment that his eyes would open, streaming reality in High Definition through his very being. It wasn't that he was afraid to face the morning, but rather that he was afraid of how much pain he would be in upon awaking.

Chapter 155 —I'm here, locked up. Narrator: Night had fallen over the city with a deceptive calm. It was drizzling. One of those fine, persistent rains that don't clean anything, just soak the soul, sticking hair to the skin and turning the streets into broken mirrors of artificial light.

"Thank you, sir!" * Moonlight bathed the night as sleep finally came to Chloe. That night, she had a haunting nightmare. In it, the worker who had tragically passed away lunged at her with gnashing teeth and sharp claws as she sobbed and begged for forgiveness. However, the worker paid no heed, driven by an insatiable desire to tear her apart and drink her blood.

Chapter 1: Harassed Hearts I woke up to the sound of relentless banging on my front door. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach as I recognized the all-too-familiar rhythm. It was the loan sharks, back to harass me once again. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, groaning at the early hour. With a heavy sigh, I hastily threw on a robe and made my way downstairs.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

before I slip into the darkness. Chapter 1.38 Sorry, Not Sorry - Rourke

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** Dream Adea He told me he would be here, that’s what his letter had said. I didn’t look out the window, I felt defeated, instead, I dropped my chin and focused on the cold floors. The skirt was a royal blue that matched the ribbons. My fingers danced at the top of my skirt and my breath came out shuttered.