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Spousal consent used for emergency transplant donation. I had stolen pieces of her body while she slept. She'd woken up missing part of herself, never understanding why. A typed note was clipped to the front: *The pack council received Lara's letter months ago—her words describing your abuse. They dismissed it as lies from a bitter ex-Luna. But words can be denied. Pictures cannot. Medical records cannot.*

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

Shantal smirks slightly, then turns the lights off, climbing into bed and falling asleep within a matter of minutes. "No! Chris, get back!" A disembodied voice yells, waking Shantal up back into the dark void. Shantal sees the man in black armor from her last dream like this, in exception to the blue jeans and red T-shirt he's now wearing. The man is kneeling in front of a small, crying boy who is nearly identical to the man. "Did you see your sister? What happened? What was that thing?" The man asks quickly, very concerned about something. Shantal hears a deep, maniacal laugh behind her. She looks as sees a disembodied pair of bloodshot eyes and a large and decrepit smile staring at her. Sh

"A hundred percent. Didn't they tell you I am the most dangerous man alive?" "Y told me. He is also scared of you, which is weird, but I haven't heard of you since I was working for Ramrat." "You only cared about money and your career and didn't have time to research more. Even Liam wanted to take advantage of you." Yulia pouted as he pushed open a door and walked in. She followed him, her eyes widening in terror as the darkness of the room hit her. The light in the room was dim, and dark, large curtains covered the windows, stopping sunlight from getting in. The room looked odd compared to the rest of the house.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow." Five hours later we were sitting on her bed. I was next to her, and she'd covered us with that big blanket of hers. My head was on her shoulder, and I found myself nodding off. The episode we were watching was called 'Nightmares,' where a little boy in a coma was causing everyone's deepest fears to manifest.

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

I brushed my teeth, lazily wiping the mist from the glass. Dark circles covered my hallowed eyes, and the bags beneath them told the story of my restless nights. My hair was dishevelled, and it was obvious that I'd shed a few pounds. I was too tired to care; too tired to sigh at my ghastly reflection. The nightmares were getting worse, but it was always of Sinister killing Ace. Last night, I watched as he skinned Ace alive and then shoved his carcass through a grinder. My body shuddered as the images flashed in my mind.

I am shaking my head at her before she can even finish her thoughts. "No, Miss O'Neal, we have talked about this already. I can't do that to him. His mental state probably wouldn't even let him cope with the guilt he would have. Besides, it's not like he would listen to me anyways. Remember when I tried to find out about his club being involved in drugs again?" Last year the Nightmare Warriors went through some pretty horrendous shit. They were set up by a business mogul named Nicholas Cole and almost killed. I had called Max to make sure he was safe and he basically hung up on me.