Every Drop Is A Man's Nightmare Novels & Stories

The herbs and the undefined milk contained some contaminants that compromises someones ability to process information correctly . I kept on having nightmares and everytime i could wake up hurriedly I would be taken back to sleep by a slap on the back.Imani's vision and thought had been compromised to see the Black Mamba as Katonde.The Black Mamba's mission had succeded.

“Not everything has to be brutal to break a man.” He nodded to one of the men, who started setting up the chair in the middle of the room. The metal clanged against the floor as they strapped it down. “Water,” Don Demitre said. “That’s all it takes. Just one constant and controlled drop would make every man go crazy. They called it dripping water torture. A single drop landed on the forehead over and over. It feels like nothing at first, but after hours,” he stepped closer. “It drives the mind insane.”

“We must drop our target, Franklin Edward before the end of the month’ Realization hit them as he walked away, Isabella had brought them on a suicide mission. Killing one of the top Alpha’s of the country, with the quality of strength, the extent of his pack, apprehending him was surely an impossible task. **************** **************** Jake quivered as he got up from the bed, blood pumped in his heart abnormal at a speed faster than that of the World Best athletes. The first time he ever had a nightmare was in his college days, when a deadly mafia gang was after his life because of a girl that was in love with him.

Nyx let out a piercing shriek, not like a bird, but like an infant being dismembered alive. I saw the beautiful blood-red light being forcibly stripped from him, dissipating into black smoke. His black feathers fell out in clumps, revealing raw, bloody skin beneath. My heart felt like it was being torn apart by the same spell, the pain was unbearable. But my face remained expressionless. I simply carved this pain, this hatred, into the very marrow of my bones. I watched the life I created, the symbol of our past, being tormented, devoured, and consumed by the “pure blood” that represented his new alliance, his new mate.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.

I didn't mean to end his life, I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night, can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight 'fore I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing Makes me wanna cry 'Cause I didn't mean to hurt him Coulda been somebody's son And I took his heart when I pulled out that gun Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Man down Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Man down Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In Central Station In front of a big old crowd

And I pretend to hate him, but at night, alone, I whisper his name like a confession as I touch myself. Tonight, the nightmare hits harder than ever. It's vivid, blood-soaked. I'm running down endless corridors, and my father's voice echoes, pleading. Then I turn a corner, and there he is,von his knees, shirt stained red, his eyes wide with terror. Dario stands behind him, gun pressed to his temple, his face emotionless. "Debts are paid in blood," he says, calm as death. The shot rings out. Blood sprays, and my father crumples.

Disgust crawled through every inch of my skin. I struggled wildly, trying to break free. I looked around desperately. Cyprus still wasn’t there. Dan was busy somewhere else. And the people around us? They simply watched… or looked away. No one cared. Tears burned behind my eyes as panic clawed at my chest. Closing my eyes tightly, I prayed for this nightmare to end. And suddenly… The man was ripped off me. My eyes flew open. For a moment, I was too shocked to move. Slowly, I turned.

Light spread beneath their feet again. Strange patterns forming. “What is that?!” someone shouted. The air grew heavier. Harder to breathe. Lena stepped back. Her pulse spiked. “Wait… wait—” A scream cut through the air. Sharp. Terrified. Everyone turned. A man dropped to the ground. His body jerked violently. “What’s happening to him?!” the girl beside Lena cried. “Help him!” Lena couldn’t move. Her eyes locked on him. His body… flickered.