Every Drop Is A Man's Nightmare Novels & Stories

Exhaustion hit hard—nerves frayed from the day's bullshit—so I closed my eyes, drifting into a hazy sleep, dreaming of stacks of cash and faceless men pounding me into oblivion. I don't know how long I was out, but awareness slammed back with a jolt: a chilling, invasive sensation deep in my core, like ice teasing my most sensitive spots. My eyes fluttered open, blurry at first, then sharpening on the nightmare-turned-fantasy above me. Three massive men loomed over the bed, their hulking bodies casting shadows, suits discarded, cocks out and raging—thick, veined monsters dripping pre-cum, balls heavy and swinging. They were the Bosses, no doubt: one with a chiseled jaw and tattoos snaking up

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

After thirty years, we'd had a giant collection of photos, filled with our smiles in each and every one. Suddenly, a loud crash came from downstairs, followed by Terrence's furious roar. The very next second, my bedroom door was kicked open. The man, who had just that morning swore his heart belonged to me, now stood in the doorway, eyes bloodshot. Lunging forward, he grabbed me by the throat, yanking me off the sofa. "Where did you take her?!" His strength was terrifying, and I was dragged into the cold and dark basement without any chance to retaliate.

I want to see it again. My footsteps felt very slow as I descended the slope. I didn't feel like going home before I met Frey. Frey's sad face appeared in my memory. In my daydream, I heard a noise from the direction of the forest. The sound of someone screaming. It wasn't long before someone screamed. I immediately ran towards the source of the sound. As soon as I reached the place where the screams came from, I saw a woman running towards me. The woman fell and tried to ask me for help.

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

Steve asked, concerned. "I'll sleep when I'm out of juice." Kyle said and started chugging the beverage out of spite for his own brain. He crushed the can between his hands and threw it at Steve. Steve moved out of the flying object's path, making it hit Kendra. "Ow! What the fuck, Steve?!" Kendra said, holding her head where the can hit her.

"Gabby you look pale. Are you alright?" "I just have a headache. It will be home after I take some pills." Triffany studies her for a while, she can't just let this go. "Are you bothered by anything? You can tell me." Gabby shook her head. "You will find me insane if I tell you." Triffany puts her laptop down on the desk and sat up straight, facing Gabby. "No, I won't." Gabby exhaled softly. She looked at Triffany with her big eyes. "I'm having nightmares and I wake up crying lately."

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.

He grabbed her by the waist and slammed her on the ground. She grunted as she held her back, wincing from the pain. He walked towards her, ready to take her by the leg. She made a huge mistake when she kicked her leg forward, hitting him in the neck. He fell to his knees and grabbed her legs, and she took out the powder. She poured it all over his nose. He inhaled it and dropped her; her legs hit the ground, as did the man.