Romans & histoires The Sandman

“Nighty night handsome.” “Goodnight baby.” Its not long before small snores are coming from him and I’m left trying to get myself asleep. Though my body is completely exhausted my mine seems unable to shut down. It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve actually been able to have a proper sleep without fear of an attack but every small noise keeps me awake and wondering. Is that a monster? Is the master somehow still alive? I’m one step away from just walking out that door. As another noise occurs I almost jump out of bed waking Ash. He reaches out and grabs my hand,

Sara assured him that Ami won't be able to see the white smoke. "Since she won't be able to see the smoke. She will inhale it without any doubt. After that she will be attracted to you," she continued. "so, whoever inhales the smoke can be mine for a lifetime," Alex asked. "No, Master. only in your presence, the smoke will work. For example, if you suddenly disappear from this place the smoke will stop working on her. It will remain in her body. Only when you are near her, the smoke will work again," Sara explained.

Philip’s mind went blank at this sight. Was the sandman actually crying? How was this possible? It was something made of sand. How could it have feelings? “This is weird. Why do I have the feeling that I’ve killed the wrong person?” Philip muttered before he shook his head and stopped thinking about it. When Philip was about to ask another question, he suddenly found some changes coming over the sandman. The sand on the sandman’s body started falling off, exposing some clothes, followed by his body. Very soon, the sandman taken down by Philip had turned into a livin

Her feet didn’t move. “Amilia! Wake up! Wake up! Please!” And Amilia was still not moving. By now, a cloud of black smoke was now circling Amilia. It looks like it was trying to possess her. “Please. Please.” Senna pleads, defeated. She watched as Amilia was being consumed by the black shadow. Senna cried more and cover her ears as Amilia released a shrieking sound. It reverberated through Senna’s ear and it was the most sinister thing Senna had heard. She was trying her best to cover her ears. She was thrashing. Trying to save herself from this nightmare. She was also screaming herself and thrashing around. More and more she felt herself losing not just her voice but also herself.

The creatures, the steel and being trampled upon by other soldiers. He heard the crunching of boots and his vision wasn’t all that good, but he’d know that half-shaved hair anyway with dark eye shadow. They had been glaring at each other the entire time they had been together in the summit. He didn’t trust the man and same went for him. He crouched down and looked into his eyes unimpressed. “How the mighty had fallen Sir Hale” he said a butterfly fluttering on his finger. “Let it never be said that I did nothing for an Elementan” and he placed the butterfly on his forehead.

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

I pressed my hand on my forehead and sobbed out as much as I can. I am sorry Loveth. I am so sorry. Arnold please! Just wake up for your family. I promise I won't do that again. I promise I will come back to my right senses and I will get rid of the scary nightmares. I won't party again, not anymore. I walked into the ward. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the machine that sounded reluctantly. Arnold laid down on the bed, laid with the same powder blue colour. He was wrapped all over his head with a bandage, and some different kind of pipes passed through each holes in his body. His eyes was so calm as he shut it closed. Still so handsome even on a sick bed.

“You have been different from everyone since the moment of your birth!” “Prophesies foretold your birth and the stars boasted of your fate!” “You are the 7th meant to restore the unevenness of this world and bring back its balance!” “You are the bringer of bloodshed and the one whose status as Supreme was acknowledged by the Allverse!” “You are Mane Harbinger!” “How long are you going to continue sleeping?!” Zandor lost control of his emotions, going off in a saliva-spewing tirade that yielded no fruits. For the Supreme still slumbered quietly. Zandor took several deep breaths to calm himself, smiling bitterly at his loss of calm.

Sandros' subordinate alighted from the car and helped him with the door. Sandros placed a foot on the ground before placing the other, “get the stuff.” he ordered, smoothening his crumpled shirt. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up, “Don't waste my time, Matthew.” Matthew jogged, opened up the car trunk, and pulled out the stuff. He held the suitcase protectively, checking left and right as he walked after Sandros. His master, Sandros, should be referred to as the most ruthless man in the whole city. He was cruel, heartless, and most importantly, thirsty for more wealth. He was extremely careful while making deals with people, and once his business partners made