Pierce The Veil Your Nightmares Romane & Geschichten

Nor her long, perfectly white fangs, gleaming under the electric lights. “Y-you . . .” Pierce looks between us for several seconds, muttering something incoherent. And that’s when Vania decides to ruin my life and snap her teeth at him. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Pierce spins on his heels and sprints past my cubicle, running over a potted benjamin fig. “Vampyre! Vampyre—there’s a— A Vampyre is attacking us, someone call the Bureau, someone call the—”

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

I breathed, my hands trembling so hard the fountain pen clattered against the mahogany desk. "Who’s there?" Pierce’s voice was sharp, laced with a sudden, naked fear. He had heard it too. I heard the frantic rustle of him reaching into his pocket, likely for a weapon or his phone. "Jane, if this is one of your tricks, if you have someone in the vents…" "I didn't say anything," I whispered, my eyes darting through the blackness. I felt like I was losing my mind. The hallucinogen Pierce had given me earlier, was it still in my system? Was my brain finally splintering under the weight of the grief?

I was to pretend this affair didn't exist and do nothing to stop them. Something wrapped its arm around my throat. I tore the contract into shreds. Nathaniel had kept the affair a secret for five whole years. That was something I didn't see coming. … It happened one night when I came home—three months had passed since our wedding. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a house turned upside-down. I saw torn clothes, undergarments, and questionable stains all over the ground. I walked into my bedroom. That was where I found Nathaniel in bed, naked with another woman. The scene hit me like a sledgehammer.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

LyraNight: I don't know if I can wait that long. DarkVeil: You can. And you will. Because when you finally let yourself come, I want it to be so intense you can't remember your own name. I want you screaming for him. Understand? LyraNight: Yes. DarkVeil: Good girl. Now go. And Lyra? LyraNight: Yes? DarkVeil: Don't hold back. Give yourself everything you've been denying. You deserve it.

“If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.” “Oh.” was all I could reply as I felt myself being pulled from his arms by my internal alarm-clock. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips as I was yanked into reality, sighing as my eyes fluttered open. I began to climb out of bed when a piercing pain went through my left thigh. I lifted the covers and looked down, although I didn’t expect the sight which greeted me. My leg was smeared with blood and a thin, yet long gash the width of my t

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

“The true enemy. The one that hides behind shadows. The one that feeds on fear, on cracks… and we are cracked, Sierra.” My hands clenched. “I don’t trust you.” “I know.” “Then why should I listen to you?” She tilted her head, eyes soft but sad. “Because deep down, you feel it too. Don’t you?” I looked down. I didn’t answer. “The nightmares,” she continued, “the cold that never leaves, the strange pull inside your chest… It’s not just me. It’s something else. Something is trying to come through.” I looked up. “Are you saying something came through the veil?”

Maria's POV The nightmare was never-ending, my eyes had not closed for a wink throughout the night. Even though I had not been able to move, my mind was everywhere. I couldn't imagine what was going on and how I was going to explain it. Elijah had looked so hurt and broken, even though I didn't want to date him, I definitely didn't want to hurt him in such a way.