Novel & Cerita Melancholy Nightmare

She thought she would have another dreamless night, but instead of seeing pure darkness, she saw a lot of blood. Familiar faces—dead or alive—appeared in her mind. Blood covered their bodies, faces contorting in pain, tears streaming down their faces. They’re different persons, yet they all were screaming the same thing. “You are useless!” Mallory abruptly opened her eyes. She sat on her bed, panting hard. It was a nightmare. A terrifying one. A nightmare? Mallory bitterly smiled. The reality-induced nightmares. And the words they said were… Not entirely wrong. Mallory inhaled sharply, wanting to shake the thought out of her mind.

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

I try to fight back to protect my family, but my efforts are futile against the overwhelming power of his fury. The echoes of screams and shattered memories reverberate through the darkness, threatening to engulf me in a tidal wave of despair. I struggle to break free from the suffocating grip of the nightmare, my heart pounding in my chest as I desperately search for escape. As I lay in bed, trapped in the grip of the relentless nightmare, a sense of isolation settled over me like a suffocating shroud. Despite my desperate cries for help, no one comes to help me. The night stretches on endlessly, each moment feeling like an eternity as I struggle against the relentless onslaught of memories

she gasped, the pain cutting through her chest like a knife, yet no one answered her as she stumbled through the wreckage, shadows dancing as if mocking her grief. Suddenly, the dream shifted. Images of her morally ambiguous choices flashed before her—deceptions dressed as leadership, manipulations disguised as strategy. Every victory came with a price. A cry echoed through the air again, but this time it was her own, ringing like a bell through the suffocating silence as the nightmares enveloped her in a tangled web of guilt and sorrow.

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

I felt nothing for Jason a long time ago. Without love, what was there to hate? As soon as I finished speaking, I saw his expression change. His lips went pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. I was just about to get up when my arms and legs went numb all at once. A numbing shock went through me, and the whole room started spinning. Jason's panicked shouting faded as everything faded to black. When I finally woke up, the first thing I saw was a cold white ceiling. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

"Melody" A haunting voice says so softly it's barely a whisper and then I hear a scraping sound at the foot of my bed. I open my eyes and try to see in the pitch black. Nothing. Pulling up my covers around my shoulders, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness that surrounds me like a cocoon. Realizing for some reason my door has closed all the way and that’s why I couldn’t see a single thing, I start to get scared and begin to tremble.

They eventually die and a new Ma Vista is born. If the new Ma Vista is a boy he will start to have nightmares when he is 15. If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year.’

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t