Novel & Cerita Dream Cringe

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Cold, suffocating, endless. The scream echoed still as darkness claimed him. — His eyes snapped open. Breath ragged, sweat clinging to his temples, Crane jolted upright in his chair. For a split second, he thought the dream hadn’t ended. Because she was there. Lara. Standing just inside his office door. Her presence so real it was almost terrifying. Her eyes widened slightly at his state, at the way he shot up as though demons had been clawing at him. In his haste, the photograph slipped from his hand, clattering onto the desk.

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

*** "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Grace screamed, as she snapped her eyes open, her heart racing as she sat up in bed. "Seriously, not again," she groaned, rubbing her temples. "I thought those nightmares were behind me." She mutters, trying to shake off the remnants of her unsettling dream.

Craig's cold voice resounded all over the room. Silence. Suddenly,one of the girls screamed as blood sputtered out of her mouth. The other girls gasped. She continued struggling with her neck till she fell on the ground and gave up! The girls all shocked,glared up at Craig with an unspeakable fear. Craig released his fisted hands and breathed out. "One of you just gave up the ghost. Are you ready to talk?" Since. The second girl screamed out, holding her neck as blood began to pour out of her mouth.

I closed the door and squealed quietly before flopping onto the bed. Oh my gosh! Was that real? I touched my burning cheek—I must be red as a tomato from what I just saw! I guess I won’t be turning down the aircon anymore because my body is now burning hot. How can I ever get Crius out of my head after seeing that? He is so sexy… and that ass! I want to bite it! I couldn’t stop myself—I gave in to my desires and pleasured myself while thinking of him.

Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head. “Have you been reading those horror books again?” Eric looked confused as he picked up an old leather-bound book with Latin scribbled across it. “You know it always messes with your dreams.” Megan stood up tall at the word “dreams.” Why would Eric have said that? She knew that they have never talked about her dreams and that was because he would go screaming into the night with what was in her head. “Really? You got to be fucking kidding me?” Megan cocked her hip out in frustration while she tapped her foot. “So, now you are changing forms now?”

Fear consumed my thoughts, but I refused to succumb to despair. To my horror, Krystallo entered the room, his gaze filled with a disturbing mixture of desire and malice. His words dripped with an unsettling tone as he acknowledged my consciousness. "You're awake," he said, his voice laced with a sickening sensuality that sent chills down my spine. As Krystallo undressed, advancing towards me with malicious intent, a wave of revulsion washed over me. I knew I had to find a way to protect myself, to escape this nightmare that had become my reality.

I felt a wetness come to settle between my legs against my will, making me bite my lip. Appear meek! Men love meek women! I told myself, lifting my eyes to him as I batted my eyelashes. “Can I sleep in your bed instead? I'm afraid of the dark, and the light in my room suddenly went off,” I said, biting my lip hard. I hadn't lied at all. I was in fact scared of the dark, and couldn't stay in the room after ruining the bulbs myself. Rael cast one glance at me before walking back into the room, leaving the door open, hinting me to come in!

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.