Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

I flinched, expecting her to lash out, but instead she came to an abrupt halt right in front of me and, standing on her tiptoes, she draped one hand around the back of my neck and leaned close, until her cheek was touching mine and her mouth was brushing against my ear. 'Mary had a little lamb, it's heart was black as coal, it crept into her room one night and ate her filthy, human soul,' she whispered, finishing with a giggle and drawing back slightly to look in my eyes. In hers was nothing but malice and madness. How had Ethan ever let himself go near this woman? Just breathing the same air as her made my skin crawl. She was insane, truly fucking insane. I was starting to think an evening

Chapter One Author Note: Hi again, Thank You for your support and dedication to this book. Every bit of it means a lot to me. Please be informed that this is part two of His Ex-wife, His Nightmare. It's basically a short flashback explaining Maryanne’s story and why she's back and everything that happened to her in the past. It's packed with more plot twists, betrayal, ups and downs, conflicts, and a lot more that you won't see coming. There's more to Maryanne than just the woman that was murdered and this part will be explaining everything you should know about her. Note that this part is A THIRTY SEVEN YEARS AGO FLASHBACK, and since I'm ABSOLUTELY NOTHING near thirty seven years old, I'm n

MAEVE Sleep didn't come easy to me. I kept having nightmares. Harrowing ones. I'd woken up twice tonight, sweating profusely and hating the feeling of being alone. It did not even help that a thunder clapped after a strong lightning bolt lit up the skies. I felt like I was in a horror movie, Marina being the villain. I could sense her presence even if I knew fully well that she wasn't here. The thought of it drove me mad. I could feel myself running fucking mad.

The hatred that grew between them poisoned everything, and I was caught in the middle, drowning in the aftermath of their ruined marriage. It's the same every night. The memories come back, dragging me under, and I wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding like I'm still that scared kid holding a gun. I try to push it all away, but the nightmares cling to me, refusing to let go. Even when I'm awake, I can't escape them.

"Not runes or philosophy. Real proof that this is all a game." "Alright." Julian closed his eyes, and something shifted in the containment cell. The suppression runes flickered. The walls became translucent. And through them, I saw something impossible. Lines. Millions of lines of code scrolling past in languages I didn't recognize but somehow understood. Programming the physics of Lenore, the behaviors of anomalies, the progression systems for Hunters. All of it displayed like I was looking at the source code of reality itself. And there, in the center of the code, was Julian's designation: FINAL_BOSS_TIER_S_MARIONETTIST_ACTIVE.

Marley excused himself before rotating his chair in such a way that he backed his friends. "Marley Woods speaking," He began, in case it was a business partner who had preferred to reach him on his mobile phone to his office desk phone. His brows knitted at the voice on the other end. It wasn't a business partner. It wasn't even someone business-related. The vocalist kept on a slurry tone, one which had had the propensity to clench his gut, to churn his abdomen, and to kill his soul. This was it, of all people in the world, his mum drew out his worst nightmare for a wife. Selena McCain.

Roberto and Mariane had decided to take a vacation in the Caribbean with the money Mason had given them and the sale of their house, they had decided to return to the country, but they didn't have a penny in their pocket, the solution was to blackmail Sara's husband again, it was certain that he would not hurt Coraline or her, access in an easy way. For many days they were calling his phone without any positive response, neither of them knew that Mason was in a hospital in a coma, and he had not accessed his phone in all this time.

He wondered about that, with little tears in his eyes as he drove away, wishing things could be better than it was, then maybe, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this. Angela would lay on the bed tired with tears in her eye, it was sunset and she didn't go anywhere throughout the days just layed on her bed, she kept replaying Leo's words like a broken record each of his insult piercing her heart, then a striking pain hits her spine accompanied with a burning heat, she screams and all, (it was the day where all mated wolves would get their wolf form, so She was undergoing the process make this scene as long and excruciating as possible. What made it even crazier is that it was a full moon

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.

"But it won't work." "How would you know?" Linda asks doubtfully. “Rationals? “Experience?” he spits, his incredulous gaze sweeping over all of us. What are the chances of it being taken? — asks us, highlighting Mac. Imagine a scenario in which your companions are not there. Imagine a scenario where there is no Ramiro Red to return to. “Do you have a higher thought?” Lara challenges him. “Indeed!” It's called — it runs like hellfire, — he answered a little magnified. In this line, we go in five? - She realizes, attending to her alone.