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Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The nightmare was worse than usual. It wasn't just fragments this time; it was a full, suffocating reel. The dusty carpet smell, the crushing weight, the paralyzing fear—it was so vivid he woke up choking on a scream, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a merciless 2:17 AM.

A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted. When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness.

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

her tits popping out a little, she has blue bright eyes with toned skin, Her hair is brunette, silky and long enough I could wrap it around my fist. She couldn't be real, I tried to convince myself yet again she is standing right in front of me as amusement flashed in her eyes. I scanned her beautiful body up and down. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. I notice she has a tattoo on her left collar bone. It's shaped like a lion with a crown. So she's the leader of the Leoni d'Or. A smirk plastered across my face. Gabriella Sangriento, known as the mafia queen. She's beautiful but dangerous. She's going to be a challenge.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

[A barren divorcee trying to seduce the heir of the Colombo family. Below the message was a blurred photo. The faces weren’t clear, but the background was unmistakable. The hotel lobby. This morning. Dave and I. My hands began to shake. The phone slipped from my fingers, hit the floor, and shattered. The door creaked open. I lifted my head—and there she was. Arias. Her lips curved slowly as her eyes dropped to the shattered phone on the floor. “I see you got some bad news,” she said sweetly. “Your phone even fell. It must be really bad.”

The man who had shaped my nightmares. His eyes found mine, cold and burning with a fury I couldn’t place. The moment our gazes locked, I felt a chill spread down my spine, the hairs on my neck standing at attention, my stomach twisting violently. He had a way of making everything feel wrong, of making everything feel small and insignificant. And in that moment, as they led him toward the car, he did something I didn’t expect—he smiled.