Melancholy Nightmare 소설 & 이야기

That look of disappointment was haunting me… No, focus on driving and getting Melody home. She needed to rest. She was exhausted. Worry about Damon tomorrow. With that, I pulled myself together and focused on getting us home. __ I barely slept last night because I kept having nightmares. I wouldn't stop seeing Damon's eyes. Sometimes, they jumped in front of me while I was driving and I ended up crashing or I would look into them and go insane. Or that one nightmare where everywhere I went, I couldn't look past the disappointment in his eyes.

he mumbles, almost in a whisper, massaging his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering emotions. Shaken by the vivid nightmare, Dean sits on the edge of his bed with the unsettling emotions stirred by the dream. The darkness of the room seems to press in on him as he contemplates the haunting vision of Kaitlyn. "Why do you keep haunting me?" he mutters, the words hanging heavy in the silent room. The echoes of his nightmares and the weight of guilt leave Dean in a state of profound unease, caught between the waking world and the remnants of his troubled sleep.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

"Hush, Aida! We don't know how deep she lost consciousness when she passed out." Nathan gets close and holds the smelling salt underneath Madeline's nose, she inhales and starts coughing, eyes still wide with shock as she tries to come around. "What - what happened to me? My head feels awful. I fell and broke the plates, didn't I?" she sputters. "We think it's just stress, honey. You blacked out a little right there. Nothing serious at all," Aida soothes. "It's okay, darling. You're alright now," Nathan also croons as he secretly shares a knowing look with his wife. It certainly won't be long now and they smile at each other.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

When an angel leave the world, it took away the peace that once graced by us. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Arlet abruptly awoke in the dead of night, her body was drenched in sweat. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, realizing she was in her hotel room next to Milo’s room. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, feeling the remnants of a vivid nightmare that echoed Raya’s desperate cries. The weight of their last conversation lingered in Arlet’s mind, and she couldn’t help but blame herself for Raya’s pain. She recognized that her nightmare was a result of overthinking the situation.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.