Dream X Nightmare Sin Mga Nobela at Kwento

***SUMMER'S POV*** I must be dreaming, it must be the fever because I just fucking saw Mr. Sin here in the cabin with me. I close my eyes and drown into a slumber. I hear people talking far away, that causes me to open my eyes. At first, the room is normal, then, I hear badging on the door and a couple of people yelling out. Gunner's voice resonate in my ears and I jump out of bed, grittimg my teeth as I hear Sinclair's voice.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

“Since then, I’ve been dreaming about you. About your scent. About the sound of your voice. About your fucking moan caught in your throat when I touched you for the first time.” “About your taste, about the way you writhe when I fuck you in my dreams.” The Lycan completed, hoarse with desire. Susan gasped. Her heart hammered in her chest. “The dreams…” Dmitry smiled sideways, obscene. “Yes, I know you call me into them,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers, while his hand held her leg open. “All night calling me. Begging me! Come, Dmitry… Fuck me… Mark me… Destroy me!”

I was face down, bent over a table being roughly screwed, the stench of sulphur in the air. The worst part was I couldn't tell which of the men. All I knew was that it wasn’t Dex. The voices were menacing and rough. The way the dream kept shifting and changing it was as though they were taking turns. I would smell mint, then a harsh vinegar and I would squirm. My squirming only made them thrust into me harder. The nightmare was so vivid I felt the sensation every time their cocks slid inside me but the dream was twisting and churning constantly. I was soon enjoying the sensation. I found myself loudly moaning, begging for them to take me harder.

“Promise me you won’t shut me out.” His expression softened—just slightly. “I promise,” he murmured. And for the first time, I believed him. Damien’s POV I didn’t dream much anymore. When I did, it was never pleasant. But that night, I dreamt of fire. Of blood. Of Aurora slipping through my fingers, her screams echoing in my skull. I woke with a start, my chest tight, my breathing ragged. Aurora stirred beside me, her body warm against mine. I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent, willing the nightmare to fade.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!