C.c X Nightmare Romane & Geschichten

~ MICHAEL~ I could not understand a single thing when Cassandra yelled at her brother. I had some idea it’s something about her nightmare when she mentioned her nightmares, but why does she have to be so devastated when she talks about it. She was looking as if she was being haunted by her dreams. My doubt got cleared when I saw the same reaction on Aaron's face, he knows what it is about and I was the only one who stayed in the darkness. And just now she suffered a panic attack after she woke up because of a nightmare. I need to know what she is suffering from and what’s the reason for her having nightmares so often. I remembered she told me about her nightmare when we went on a date, she t

“I… nightmares… bad…” “Mhm. Very bad.” Caleb didn’t speed up one bit. “T-Talk to me about them…” My teeth chattered. “Needy baby,” Caleb teased. “Wants my cock. Wants my dreams…” “You’re the one who… who said I could have both!” I reminded him. Caleb sobered and nodded. “It’s probably easier this way.” “G-Good,” I said. With a long, slow kiss, Caleb began. “I keep seeing the Mounties. And Bill… and the detective. Just… the blood and other… stuff. It gets worse every night. Their eyes…” Caleb shuddered and I felt it in my core.

"Yes, Angel. She'll be fine." The sound of rain pouring down brought Caterina out of her sleep, effectively ending her nightmares. She is now very familiar with the nightmare as she has had the same nightmare for more than ten years now. She considers herself lucky to have woken up when she did as it only goes south from there. Caterina had gone to bed late last night, and with any luck, she would be going to bed late again tonight. Turning to her side, she stretches as she checks the time on her bedside table.

Few Week Later Lance I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Kendall refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Kiva’s POV After two minutes, I watched as the color drained from Caelen’s face. “What do you mean sixty percent?” he hissed. “No—don’t close the casino. What about my other accounts? The offshore one?” A pause. “Then my credit card?” His grip tightened around the phone. Finally, he snapped. “Then what the hell do I pay you for? I’m in the middle of checking out!” He hung up. Samantha was already watching him, suspicion written all over her face.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***