Novel & Cerita Men's Nightmare Before Christmas

4th January, 1999 Undisclosed location Lionel Joel was beginning to haunt my dreams. A day hardly passes without me seeing him in my dreams. He was a living nightmare, watching my every move, waiting for the right moment to strike. I could tell that he was watching me closely, too closely for my liking. He already had his suspicions about me but oddly enough, I didn't care. He could do his worse and I wouldn't give a damn. I was tired, fedup with living this kind of life. A life of fear, battles.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He looks at me as if contemplating if he should believe what I say. The way he looks at me just ignites my anger once again. “I have nightmares,” he said as he looked down, avoiding looking at me. “In my nightmares, I see myself, killing whoever stood before me. There was so much death around me, so much blood in my hands. And the last image that I always see is me standing on top of a mountain of bodies with a bloody crown in my right hand.”

But what he remembered vividly was when on e of his men screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping off from the mat which he laid on, with sweat drops clouding his face and dropping to the ground, while he stood still breathing heavily and panting for his life. "It was just a dream..", he uttered out as some of the men jumped off their mats at the sound of his deep voice. At that point, Richard carried up his buried face and looked towards the man who screamed due to the nightmare he had, just like he expected, it was a nightmare the man had He wasn't too surprised at what he saw and heard, they weren't in the comfort of their houses, they were in the woods, where creepy sounds and creatures

In fact I think I was dreaming right now because this can't be real. But it didn't seem like a dream anymore when Nikolai’s slow, filthy grin spread first. “Well, fuck,” he rasped, voice rough with hunger. “Merry late Christmas to us.” Jaxon’s gaze was ice and fire, his voice lethally quiet. “Looks like we interrupted something important.” Dante stepped forward, eyes narrowing as they swept over me without missing anything, over the soaked sheets, over my trembling thighs and over my slick, aching cunt before he spoke.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

A silent moan burst out and I wrapped my hands around his broad back as he teased my pussy , grazing his thumb over me, in that same slow and lazy pace. "Let me have a better view of your snatch, Nana." His sinister smile sent me cumming again and he chuckled at the sight of me dripping wet for him. "No coming anymore, señorita." He warned, an evil smirk tugging at his lips. I widened my thighs and he looked down, licking his lips when he beheld my erect pussy. "Tomorrow is Christmas and I would like to give you a special gift on this Christmas Eve." Fuck that husky voice of his. So sexy but can send me to my grave to tonight.

I went to bed half past three in the morning after two glasses of whiskey, thinking that would make me tipsy enough to give me a good night’s sleep. But after an hour in bed, my dreams turned into nightmares. Nothing changed much. I still go back to that night. The man and my father visited me in my dreams again. As usual, I was waiting for Nicholas to save me. But tonight, he never appeared. As if he’d forgotten to save me, or perhaps, he’d given up.

No doubt, last night’s battle of the livers had surely left its share of casualties on the field. The property was littered with beer cans, food wrappers, and red plastic cups. For reasons unknown to me, the chapel had been made up with Christmas decorations, complete with a giant inflatable snowman and a plastic nativity set. The three wise men had been replaced with novelty inflatable sex dolls. They were all male models, with “realistic” chest hair, and each was wearing a Santa hat over his junk. The three of them lined up with their mouths open made them look as if they were saying, “Ho, Ho, Ho.” “What the baby Jesus happened after we left last night?” Clutch asked.

And there was no way in hell I was going to try to have any conversation with her. As I try to make a plan, I hear a rustling in the trees nearby and freeze. Glancing towards the direction of the sound, my stomach tightens in fear as three large men approach me, flanking out so that they have me surrounded. One of them whistles at me, the sound shrill and eerie in the night silence. “Well, lookie here. Looks like we’ve got ourselves an early Christmas present, don’t you say, boys?” The man says, grinning lewdly at me.

I reply, shrugging. He exhales, as though he was holding his breath. “Don’t you think that would ward off men?” “The point exactly.” “You don’t like men?” he asks cautiously. “If… you don’t mind me asking, of course.” “No,” I reply firmly. He blinks and then shifts in his position, carrying the first-aid box, walking away without another word. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the night before Christmas Eve, we gather outside around a crackling bonfire. It has stopped snowing for a while.