Every Drop Is A Man's Nightmare Novels & Stories

Another wretched scream tore through me and I felt the edges of my vision turning black. I looked up at the gun, nearly sneering. The man in the white coat was smiling, enjoying our torment. Nathan let out a growl, noticing the same thing. The guards were behind him with a stone look on their face, seeming to be unaffected by the scene, as if it happened every day. That thought scared me. A lot.

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

I met his gaze, conviction ringing in my voice as I said: "Fine." *** The next morning, I woke up abruptly from another nightmare. I clung to the pole while the dark men watched and booed me. Peering into the darkness, I tried to see who they were, but the floor opened up and engulfed me. I fell into a dark, damp basement. The rustling sounds were getting closer and closer. I opened my mouth to scream, but then clear gray eyes filled my vision, waking me up.

I barely had time to open my mouth when the desk phone rang — loud, sharp, cutting through the room like a bullet. I snatched it up, already pissed. “What?” I barked into the receiver. Dead silence for a beat. Then my man’s voice came through, shaking bad. “Boss… it’s bad. They’re everywhere… our boys are dropping—” The words hit me harder than a punch. My hand tightened around the phone until the plastic creaked. For the first time all night, the chill that had been scratching at the back of my neck dug its claws deep.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

Caelen would start over—stripped of every deal, every dollar, every illusion of power he’d clung to. The boss would become the busboy again, back to waiting tables, scraping for tips, wondering where it all went wrong. And this time? There’d be no one left to catch him when he fell.

Didn't manage more than an hour before nightmares woke me up. Nightmares of three men in black. Of Lysander bleeding on my floor. Of losing the ring to people who'd use it for things I couldn't imagine. And hoped that whoever sent those men wasn't already planning their next attempt.

As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground. "She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand. Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.

“You’ll thank me later when you wake up with Bobby instead of some stranger. Now, give me your phone, unlocked, please.” Renee held out her hand as Valerie dug her phone out. She unlocked it and handed it to Renee. She was so drunk that she wound up dropping it instead of putting it in Renee’s hand. Renee sighed and bent over to pick up the phone. She felt a hand slip over her hip as a body pressed against her butt. She grabbed the phone and stood up, feeling her body tense up.

he said anxiously. "Do you have this kind of nightmares frequently..?" "Only when I'm missing them.." "Me too." I said. "I'm always left with their memory and have nightmares...I had a dream last morning about them also." I said and sighed. I held his hands and looked into his eyes. "You just have to get through that... It's bad though. Don't take this."__i took the tumbler from him, dropping it at my foot. "It's harmful to the health."he stared at me. I turned to leave when he held my hands.