Passive Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

She walked to the oval mirror in the corridor and traced her fingers on the purplish-green bruises on her neck. Brianna dug her nails deep into the bruise, refreshing the wound. Dark blood dripped down her neck, and patches by patches dropped on the white marble floor forming a small pool of blood. "You want this, Satan. I only had a good face, and now you have destroyed it. Marriage? It was a beautiful dream, which now has turned into a nightmare. Satan, you are my worst nightmare." Brianna imprinted her trembling hand on Satan's picture, leaving a bloody mark on the frame.

I throw him off my body, shouting like my life depends on it. I wake up from the confusing nightmare, sweating profusely and I immediately switch on the lights. I look around the room and when I realise that I'm all alone, I sigh in relief then switch off the lights, pulling over the quilt and forcing myself to sleep. I can't wait for morning so that Brenda and her boyfriend can leave! I want this house all to myself, to do as I please! **** Finally it's morning!

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

Wrong-sweet. Oh gods no. No no no no— Jane didn’t think. She ran. She threw open the door so hard it hit the wall. “BETA!” she screamed, voice breaking. “BETA!” The sound tore through the hall like a shockwave. --- Kade Kade didn’t sleep light. He didn’t sleep much. He’d learned fast, after Hannah, that dreams were worse than being awake. He let his body drop into a kind of exhausted stillness for a few hours here and there, long enough not to fall over in training, not long enough to sink.

And I’m going to get him back. I'm having another nightmare. In this one, I'm in a dark room and I can't see a thing. I'm panting and calling for Jaxon, but there's no response. I run out and fall into a pile of snow. When I look up, there's a full moon, shining so bright like the sun. Suddenly, it turns red, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

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 found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

Damn this guy could be annoying. ~~~~**~~~~ Myra I wake up drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. The nightmares were vivid today, yet the faces were a blur, but the voices weren’t, the emotions weren’t. My gaze wanders around my dimly lit room. The curtains were perfectly in place and everything else looked alright, just like I had kept them before going to bed.