Killer Of Dreams Novels & Stories

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Each time felt like the first time where she felt terrified and useless, where she was trapped in a dark room and also tortured to her death. They say if you see yourself dying in the dream then that means someone else is going to have the fate you had in the dream. Well for her at least that was true. Last time she had this dream someone indeed died. And that someone was none other than Dr. Jason who is the common face on the news.

Brain-dead patients could only survive on ventilators. "No… Please no!" Restrained by the staff, Melanie could only watch as Bethany trembled and seized on the bed before going completely still. By the time the doctor confirmed her death, only three minutes had passed. In just three minutes, Melanie's last remaining family was gone. And the one responsible was Raymond, the man who once swore he'd take care of her forever. At that moment, Tracy updated her social media with an ultrasound photo and the caption, "Congratulations! Someone's officially going to be a dad!"

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

“No. That’s not what this is.” I shoved him away and scooted to the far edge of the bed, putting distance between us. “Then what is it? Do you know what I just dreamed about?” My voice cracked as tears welled in my eyes. “Your funeral, Killian. The mausoleum was in pieces.” I didn’t say that I felt like every person he’d ever killed had gathered around me as I looked into his coffin. I didn’t mention the girl who looked like a mixture of the two of us I’d seen kneeling in front of the stone.

Everyone out there saw her as the reliable one the friend who baked cookies for bake sales, volunteered at the shelter, and never missed a family dinner. Sweet Lila, with her neat ponytail and cardigans. But tonight, as she gripped the edge of the sink, her mind replayed the fantasy that had haunted her for weeks, the one that made her pussy ache with a hunger she could never admit aloud. She imagined him Jake, her brother's best friend, the one who'd crashed at their place a dozen times over summer barbecues. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy grin and callused hands from his construction job. In her daydreams, he didn't see the good girl. He saw the slut begging to be used.

I turned back, the shadows of the room hiding my face, leaving only the cold, predatory glint of my eyes visible. "His name is Roman," I said. "And he’s the man whose going to kill Bane Valak”

His gesture made it seem like she didn’t want to miss a single detail of my story. “I-” I thought back to the moment when I was with Tiger, the cat's name that I came up with this morning. “I wanted her to live.” “And you thought about it when you stroked her.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a blatant statement coming from him, like my story was proof that I am a witch. I shook my head. “That’s not enough to convince me, Doctor Kusher.” “Killer Smile.” Doctor Kusher said. With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

"Let's have it. Why are you acting so strange like you're hiding something you know about Sophie's condition. In fact I know you're hiding something, so spill it out already." Val didn't even want to waste more time again and given the kind of person Kendra is, she knew she just had to tell her everything. "Kendra I had a dream. A real bad one. The dream has been reoccurring now and each time, it felt so real. There's this strange woman there saying she is going to kill Sophie, then me and Alex and that she would also destroy the entire red moon pack." She broke it down to her breathlessly. "So you think this dream might come to pass?" Kendra prodded.