Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

Because of the physical effect of the second test, Marion decided to postpone the third and final initiation rites after two days. The men were sent two witches to take care of them. They were only stuck in their rooms, waiting for the witches to bring them food and to apply ointments, potions and other charms on their burnt soles. Aside from that, dealing with the post-traumatic experience was also a different struggle. Among them, it was Norton who ‘s still deeply affected by what happened.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

I kept imagining what Leo was doing to another woman and it made me bitter. IN THE MORNING My eyes were red and I had dark circles. I kept tossing and turning all night till it was dawn. I walked briskly to the kitchen and found Martha preparing breakfast. After we exchanged pleasantries, I asked her about Leo. “He spent the night out,” she said. “So he isn’t back yet?” I asked. “He isn’t. If he does before his work hours, I’ll inform you,” she said. “Alright. You can serve breakfast. I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I said and went to my room to dress up. I packed my hair in a long ponytail and wore a cream straight gown with a belt which gave away my curves.

Adrian trudged into the living room and his eyes lowered into slits as he took in my appearance on the couch. I had chosen to wear a maroon nightwear set. It had thin spaghetti hands and was embellished in lace. The color made my cocoa skin look darker than it actually was. Since I was lying on my stomach, Adrian had full view of my backside; my back was arched causing my butt to pop out sexily, my night dress rode up to my butt, exposing just the tiniest bit of the sexy lace thong I was wearing underneath. Adrian ran his hand through his hair and pulled at the strands, a grimace on his face. "Welcome home, hubby." I greeted.

The day before my wedding, my friend sent me a link to a viral web app called 'A Conversation with Your Future Self.' Looking at my fiancee, Wilma Lambert, still asleep beside me, I decided to give it a try and sent a message. [Future me, I'm marrying the woman I've loved for seven years tomorrow. I'll definitely be happy after we get married, right?] The screen flickered, and a reply came almost instantly. [No. That's because your wife has already cheated on you. On your wedding night, she'll spend it with your best friend, Hank Gilbert.] The smile on my face vanished instantly. I frowned and instinctively argued back. [How is that possible? Apart from my parents, Wilma and Hank are t

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

Madeline smiles at them, “Thanks for the gifts.” Madeline finally heads out of the restaurant, waving a cheery goodbye to the manager. She pauses outside, takes a deep breath of the fresh night air, admires the stars, and skips home happily. She's halfway home when she notices the moon, full and shaped like a big white saucer. She feels utterly strange when she stands under the moonlight like she should yell at the full moon with all her voice's strength. A blinding light suddenly flashes before her eyes and she cries out in pain and confusion, dropping onto her knees and feeling like her body is no longer hers, as if something or someone within her wants out at last.

A couple of silhouettes blocked some light from view, getting bigger and bigger as they closed in on me. Oh my gosh, please no! I mentally screamed. That was something else dreadfully wrong with dreaming the future. You knew when you were going to die. And my time was now. Big, beefy hands enveloped my arms and yanked me up, dragging me to the door. I pushed myself to fight, to do something, but my numb feet only scraped the ground with defeat. “Elana, no! Let go of her!” Nathan yelled from the tiny hole in the wall. “No, Stop!”