Romans & histoires The Mission The Nightmares

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams? She stripped her nightshirt off and got in the shower. Once she felt more relaxed, she got out. She hadn’t told Mark about the nightmares she’d been having. He’d been so sweet the past five months. They had even planned Christian’s birthday party. It was this weekend. She dried off and walked out to the bedroom. She opened the drawer to grab some pajamas when she heard Mark’s voice. “Hey. Are you okay?” he whispered. “Just had a bad dream is all.”

Everything has been going on smoothly for David and Stella. Though David still complains of their distance but he lets it go saying she will surely become his one day so he needs all the patience in the world not to kidnap Stella one day so they have a secret wedding. STELLA'S POV "Though she's sometimes a sweetheart but we shouldn't forget our main mission here and she mustn't know the truth..." "That is Mom talking and who is the she that she's talking about and what mission is that. Anyways I came here just to show her the necklace, let me not eavesdrop on their conversation." Stella said and tried going to the kitchen but stopped when she felt that their conversation might be about her.

Then Elena asked, “You said this mission is affecting you personally. How?” Emily hesitated before answering. “My nightmares are changing.” Elena frowned. Emily looked at her hands. “The dream with the little girl is now different.” Elena waited patiently. Emily swallowed. “Tonight someone else appeared in the dream.” “Who?” Emily shook her head. “I don’t even understand it myself. He was there – my target on this mission.” Elena watched her quietly for a moment before speaking again. “You’re thinking too much about this.” Emily frowned slightly. “You think so?”

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 arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

Nerien hadn't noticed. Freedom was only a few more steps away. I could disappear into the forest. Start a new life. Become a farmer. Raise chickens. Anything but this. [DING!] Host. I forgot a few details. Here is the complete mission information. Mission: Spend the night with Nerien Goldmane. Reward: 100 SP. Penalty: Immediate death. Current Survival Rate: 1.0% "..." I nearly screamed. "You forgot to mention immediate death?!" It slipped my mind.

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.