Romans & histoires Unnerving Images

I became a wolf after a while I was a dragon! This site scared me so much that I jumped up scared of my own self. 'Who was that? That couldn't have been me?' My chest heaved with different emotions that I felt I wasn't going to throw up. My nose was running, my feet were shaking, my eyes suddenly felt different, the sweat that broke out from my body was enough to fill a bucket. I felt my nails grow longer as my mind focused on the picture of wolf I just saw in my visions. "Help me!" Those are the only words in my head as I went through this torture.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

Anything to not think about her right? I rounded the house and then went back into my office to round up. I caught a glimpse of the file with the false images under a couple of documents when packing up. I picked up from underneath and examined the photos again. So unrealistic yet so believable. I took a deep breath and summoned one of my guards. When they arrived I handed them the files with the false images. “Have it mailed to Gamma Edward White of Crystal Moon packs house by dusk tomorrow,”

Also, do you have more pictures? Not just the profile kind. I want to see more of them. I want to know what they look like when they’re just existing, not posing. Something about that makes it feel more real. The_Triumvirate has shared images with you. I click the first one and immediately cover my mouth to muffle the gasp that slips out. There, on the screen, are three c*cks. Big, thick, veined, and almost too perfect to be real. For a second, I can’t do anything but stare.

I hurriedly searched through the email, and my breath caught in my throat as I found an attachment waiting for me. With hesitant anticipation, I opened the attachment, and what I saw before me shattered the fragile tranquility I had known. It was a collection of photos, carefully curated and organized, showcasing moments from my life—my private life—captured without my knowledge or consent. Each picture held its narrative, a silent testimony to the fact that I had been unknowingly observed, and monitored.

I muttered, grabbing my phone's charger and plugged in my phone I held out the flash drive and inserted it right into the USB port. I clicked into the drive, my eyes darting around it's content, but all I saw was videos "Videos?" I whispered, my heart racing as I clicked on the video The screen flickered to life but instead of a video, I was met with an eerie black screen "What the hell is this?" I muttered under my breath and suddenly the screen flickered to life displaying images of people in a room I swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I tried to comprehend the scene playing out right before me

For some reason, she felt interested in knowing what was happening out there in a world so far away from her. "Is there any important news today?" Arren muttered as she turned on the television. But suddenly, the television screen was filled with flashes of light, and everything went black. The antenna doesn't seem to be able to pick up the signal. As Arren tried to understand what was happening, the television screen suddenly changed. An inappropriate video laid before her eyes without ever asking. In his confusion, Arren's heart began to beat fast. “W–what was that?” Anxiety began to creep into her heart, all over again. Arren slapped herself in the face as if to make sure that everything

Kevin was having another disturbing nightmare, and he kept seeing four distinct images in this order; houses on fire, blackbirds sitting on a tree, a name written on a paper, and a man screaming while he was being tortured. His grip on the bed sheet tightened, and drops of sweat gathered on his forehead. His head turned, eyes remained closed, his chest heaving rapidly. Once again, images of a gigantic cloud of smoke rising from burning houses, Crows pecking an oak, a finely written note with a name on it, and a man screaming in pain floated around his mind. His body was hunched, his breathing hastened and fingers clenched together.