Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Being Possessed

Chapter 117 ~ Tracing new paths KYLIE'S POV "possessed? Why on earth would you feel like you're being possessed?" I asked, and she shoved the book under my nose. "There, read it." I looked at her with some concern before reading the book, "I woke up feeling very groggy and disoriented. Nothing feels right. I don't feel right. I keep having the same recurring nightmare over and over again. An old man is chasing me. Then he catches me and drugs me. When I finally come to, I'm being tied, with coven members chanting in a nearby circle. With every nightmare, the chants grow longer and longer. What happens when the chants finally reach their end?"

Nocturne looked at Draven with complete skepticism. He could hardly be blamed for it, he was talking to the devil after all. Next to him Celeste was nodding. He was more willing to listen to her. “I can see you don’t believe him. I will add my own ideas,” she said. “When you and Leo were alive in the other lives, my brain was always foggy and I did some crazy things. I saw Leo as an enemy and I would be obsessed with you. Once you two were dead in a past life, the fog would be cleared and I had control of myself again.”

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.

I don't even have a job now that my boss has been murdered, and I do not wish to borrow a loan to repay a loan. God, this is hard for me, and I need help. It also didn't help that all day, I felt like someone was following me. I had spoken to Jasper about this, and in his words, he insisted it might've just been some crazy stalker who was dumb enough to have feelings for me.

she mumbled, walking towards her desk. Pacing through each bookshelf, I waited on the reappearance of the woman, maybe she holds the answers to my questions, Am I a witch? Am I an illusionist? Reasons for my dreams? I've seen things, encountered demonic entities, and I— feel alone, I can't tell my parents, my best friend, or even the brothers, I—

I had to assume that someone of his position would have a list longer than the dictionary. "In a sense. I don't physically sleep with their vessels, but while they are asleep and in my realm, they tend to be more than excited to bed someone other than their partner. I more control nightmares." The way her eyes tracked me as I stepped away from Demetri to make my way around the couch made me feel like prey. "After seeing the feisty side of you, we could have had another form of fun last night." The sound of my mother screaming for help and blaming me for their death was trapped in my mind. As I sat down on the cushion next to Demetri's standing form, my hands curled into fists.

You told me about them and I promised to always be there for you to protect you. I knew what I was talking about, one of my biggest fears. And I had several. Sometimes I had sleep paralysis, it was horrible not being able to move you, I felt like I would be trapped. I told Jay about it, I remember well what I told him: I'm afraid of being trapped in one of my dreams...I mean, in one of my nightmares. I'm afraid of going to sleep and not waking up afterwards. I'm afraid of not knowing if I'm living a reality or if it's all a figment of my imagination. I have many fears.

He whispers, planting a kiss on my hair, and burying his face in them after, snapping me from my icy state. But now I think I am dreaming! This ought to be a dream, really! An invalid dream for that matter, because Ajay a.k.a the vicious monster can never behave this way! Never! Not now and not even in the afterlife. I would love nothing more than to push his giant unnerving body from me and leave this place, but given the way he is possessing me, any attempt will only be a waste of energy! He is nearly hanging tight on me, as if all his life is banked on me. Hell, how bizarre can this ever get? I mean, this is me, and this is Ajay? like this?

Ronin recognized the metaphorical significance of the dream—how the demon represented the dark aspects within each person, capable of inflicting harm upon others or even oneself if not acknowledged and controlled. The dream's horror was not limited to the physical realm; it extended to the depths of Ronin's subconscious, exposing his inner demons. This introspection revealed his own potential for malice and the potential darkness that could consume him if left unexamined. Ronin's fear amplified as he recognized the unsettling duality within himself—the capacity for both good and evil, compassion and cruelty. The dream acted as a harrowing reminder of the importance of self-awareness and the

I was not surprised that my dream was full of one thing and one thing alone. Becca Summer! As it should be. Dancing like a siren with her back slightly turned to me, she’s doing her level best to tempt me. Not that I needed a prompt. Even in my dream, I was throbbing with the desire for her. But suddenly the theme of the dream changed and I knew even before I saw the pendant dangling from that hand that the woman in front of me was no longer my Becca. She had been possessed by another strange being. The unknown mystery woman from my past. Just when I waited, thinking she would disappear as usual without turning to face me so I could see her face for once, I held my breath as something unexpe