Every Drop Is A Man's Nightmare Novels & Stories

. "I'll do everything I can." But then his expression turned uncertain. "I'm not sure if I can pull it off, though," he warned. "I don't want to get your hopes up." I nodded, understanding. I couldn't afford to get my hopes up, not in this place. But his promise was all I had to hold onto, and I clung to it like a lifeline. That night, I fell into a fitful sleep, my heart filled with thoughts of escape and freedom. But my sleep was short-lived, as a nightmare soon took hold. In the dream, I was back in the forest, running from the guards. But no matter how fast I ran, they were always gaining on me. I could hear their footsteps, their shouts, and their laughter. Suddenly, Jonathan appeared i

"I will try until I can't anymore." The man's eyes drooped, but he smiled. "I don't deserve you." ** A scream broke through my dream. "Drea!"

I had seriously hoped in that moment, for all this to be one bad dream; a terrible nightmare that I'd soon wake up from. Sam stood at the edge of the bridge, laughing hysterically. He had finally done it. He had killed Brandon. He had taken someone very precious from me, and my hands instinctively reached for my stomach, as tears ran down my face. I looked around to see Micheal and the rest of the Il Dolore Rosso men, still fighting off the Calaveros. Although we seemed to be winning, the battle still seemed to be far from over. It was a blood bath!

And I will hold you and cover you with my unfailing love. You ever had that moment where you realize that you have just made a humongous mistake? And want to take it back. Well that is how I felt as I was seconds from plunging into my death. “I made a mistake, I do not want to die.” I screamed in head, those sweet words stuck in head. But it was already too late, its not as if I could grow wings and fly away back up. All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters.

I must admit it scared me a little at first. This wasn’t what I signed up for. Thirty men? Hell, I’d never even been with two guys before. It felt like skipping every step on the stairs and jumping straight to the top, one wrong move and I’d break. But then I looked at the line of men on the screen, all of them naked, hungry, stroking their hard cocks and staring at my exposed pussy like they’d die without it. That sight flipped something inside me. My fear melted into pure, filthy excitement.

Few Weeks Later Axel I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes, I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Cheska refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this.

Since his shirt was black, it wasn't that obvious that the shirt that he has been wearing was covered with blood. There are only 10 of the men left, all of them was scared. They tremble when they both saw how mad Yves' is. There are 103 total of people here in the Daze Underground but he all beat them half of hour. Some of them was dead, some of them was still breathing but experience hell kind of torture by his kicks, punch and bashed. Every punch and kicks he throw, he put all of his anger that's why it was a lethal one that can put someone in their nightmare.

Not dream it's nightmare . " Fuck again ... These weird nightmares " he said still panting heavily and embrace his sweaty face in his hands . He cleaned the sweat away and look at the time .. 4 am . He sighed and got up to disappear in the bathroom. From the time Amoli has left him , he is having these kinds of nightmare due to insecurity . He himself doesn't have anything idea yet that Amoli is not his ex-wife but his life's most precious thing . He did his workout and got ready for his office and .. as usual one name on his mouth is Amoli .. Amoli .. and Amoli .

Adrian dragged both hands down his face and exhaled hard. “That was too fucking close,” he said quietly. I nodded, unable to find my voice right away. The adrenaline was still flooding my system, sharp and electric. We had been seconds away from my father walking in on his right-hand man with his fingers inside his daughter. The reality of it sat heavy and nauseating in my stomach. Adrian unlocked the door, checked the hallway, then closed it again. When he turned back to me, the earlier heat was still there — but now it was mixed with something darker. Fear. Anger at himself. Want that hadn’t disappeared just because we had nearly been caught.

"I will personally skin alive the first man who touches that truck! Anthony, get the blades. Ben, call the rest of the boys. We aren't waiting for them at the bypass." ​I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. The raw fury was blinding, choking out any thoughts of a normal life.​"We are moving the drop time to midnight," I ordered, my voice dropping into a deadly, guttural whisper. "Tonight, we ride hard in the rain. If those syndicate rats show up for our drugs, they aren't leaving with a shipment. They are leaving in body bags."