Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

Marion, Augustin’s mate, stood up and headed for the restroom, while Augustin approached me. “Why didn’t you bring your Luna along?” Of course, he was so fucking distracted by his mate that he didn’t even bother to ask me a question about mine all those damn days we were at the evaluation together. Marion was a delicate, beautiful woman – a blonde with light blue eyes and a lot younger than him. No one could unstick them! “She’s not yet mine. Plus, she didn’t want to.” “So, there is a chick that can say no to David Nathaniel Fortner.” He said, mocking me.

A hand rose near her head, fingers curled, and then— Snap. The sound cracked like lightning. Marion’s body jerked. Her eyes rolled back. Her knees gave way, and she collapsed without grace or warning, folding to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been sliced. Silence. My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. My mind hadn’t caught up to what I’d just seen. One second she was standing, smug and cruel, and the next she was nothing but a heap of silk and limbs on the rug.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Marionette’s voice had lost some of its high octave. “You are so fucking distracted that your second mission ended up being murdered by a human!” My blood froze. “What?” She turned to the door and gave the crowd a dead stare. “Return to your duty posts!” She didn't have to finish before they all disappeared. “You heard me right.” She placed her hands on her waist. “He was murdered last night.” I was dumbstruck. “How..” “You have fifteen minutes to report to my crib!” Came her cold reply. “Alone.”

Now she was unrecognizable. “How did you even get into this restaurant?” Marnie went on. “Did you use my son’s money? So you’re not just crippled and useless—you’re a gold digger too? Is this what he worked so hard for? So you could eat and sleep in places you don’t deserve?” Marnie’s words tore at every raw place inside me. But I didn’t look at her. I kept my eyes on Caelen, searching his face for anything—guilt, shame, even the smallest trace of decency.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

When he doesn’t move, I stand still and stare him down till he says in a booming voice that matches his stature, “I assume you are Jason. My name is Marion, and I am here to take you back with me so the organization can have a talk with you. Don’t put up a fight or you may end up with a few broken bones.” Little does he know, I already have one broken arm, but I certainly don’t need to wrestle with this big man indeed. I surely would end up with another one, and then where would I be? Nodding, I take a step forward and ask, “Alright, but can you wait a few minutes while I grab my things?”

“I dream of women. A lot.” “That’s scary? Hah. I didn’t think you were that sort of Greek.” “Piss off and die badly, sir,” Porcius shot back. “No, of women in the night, women in the woods.” “I see monsters in the woods. I’ll trade you dreams.” “You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.”

He understood all too well the shadows that loomed over her after the recent haunting events. Yet even these precautions felt insufficient. The nightmares continued to invade her nights, relentless and suffocating. In her dreams, she found herself standing within her grandmother’s sacred ritual circle, her bare feet pressing into the cool earth, crimson droplets trickling from her palms. An otherworldly smoke swirled around her, obscuring her vision, yet there was no fire to be found—only her and the presence of Mara. This time, however, Mara didn’t speak. Instead, she mirrored Autumn's every move with jarring precision, an eerie reflection trapped between worlds, twisting as though caught i