Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

DEMETRIA I shifted and snuggled deeper into the bed. Opening my eyes, I peeped outside; the sun hadn't risen, but it was coming up. It's a new day. Rolling to my left, I checked the time on my phone: 5:44 am. After cumming so hard, I temporarily blacked out. Marion fucked so hard I couldn't even remember my name. He was animalistic and primal, almost as if he was taken over by a possessive beast that had to stake its claim on his territory. He's gone.

PAST. "You monstrous bloodsucking heartless beast! I will shred you into pieces bit! by bit! from your limbs until there is nothing left of you! Repulsive bastard!" Nehenda shouted in a pained hoarse voice shaking with rage. "You despicable, shameless enchantress! All you do? Is lure the innocent into your stupid cobwebbed world of illusion! then eventually ending them, without even giving them a fair chance of a decent fight!" Marlon spat furiously boiling beyond volcanic point within, wishing he was already done with the abominable smallish thing in front of him. "I will rip your heart out! And crush it with pleasure." he declared.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

Sofia's eyes were on the scissors as the woman approached her. "What are you going to do with the scissors?" She questioned. Marie smiled at her. "I am just going to use it to cut that dress into shreds and pull them away from you." "I said no." Sofia barked. "Don't you dare come close to me." The woman ignored her and approached. Marie was about to touch her; she raised her leg and swung it skillfully in the air. Her leg caught the second woman in the head while Marie ducked the leg. The second woman lost balance as she fell; her head hit a table, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

She said, "It's my birthday today. They're throwing me a party, and you have to come!" I tried to break free, but she clung to me desperately. In the end, I let her drag me to that place. It was a private room of an exclusive club, where neon lights bled into velvet shadows, and the air smelled of expensive liquor and decadent dreams. When he saw me arrive, Ethan clapped his hands, and the door to the room opened as a flashily dressed, thin man walked in. It was Marco Reyes, the floor manager from the bar where I had worked. That had been my most humiliating, degrading experience since losing my memory.

« I don’t care anymore about such things. I don’t look back a lot, you know, I’ll have neck pain if I do so and it’s such a pain in the ass. » « Marlad, a spirit of shadows, is after all this. He lures unfortunate souls into this abyss to consume their souls. He is probably having hard times dealing with your body. He must separate your soul from it, but you’re a Grande. It won't be easy. » I melted the lock and walked inside. I sat down in front of him.

She heard Naneth say something. “Don’t uncle… that’s right… huh! I feel sorry for you…! Huhu. ah!” Maria quickly tapped Naneth because she had a bad dream. Naneth woke up, tears dripping from her eyes. She hugged Maria and continued to cry. Maria wonders why she has such a dream. “Naneth! Why are you begging and crying in your dream?” Mary asked in astonishment. “Ah! That’s nothing, sister Maria. I’m sorry, sometimes I have nightmares, so what can I dream about?” Naneth’s defense.

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

I am not trying to compliment him, but I feel like he is being too humble. “My turn!” Marian bounces on her feet, hoping she'll be noticed. “My name’s Marian Atkinson. I specialize in creating special gazes for sleep, paralysis, and poisons. Though poisons are getting banned these days.” She mutters the last part with a grumpy tone. Meanwhile, I look at Marian in a new light. I never guessed that a small girl like her could be scary. I think that it would be in my best interest to not make her my enemy.

He might as well have drifted off to sleep. "Dad?" Juana reminded him that she had just asked a question begging for an immediate answer. But he was as quiet as ever. She heard the snores; he had fallen asleep, or so she thought. She switched off the lights and walked out of the room with a sullen look. The drama that just happened would live with her for the rest of her life. After shutting the door, she heard Baron let out a short groan. As if the strange call and her awful period cramps were not enough, now she had to battle with her father's condition. She didn't go to her room straightaway, she didn't go to the kitchen either. She sat on the couch by the hallway and stared at nothing. W