Ink X Nightmare の小説・ストーリー

And my recent nightmares are related to the birthmark on my body. Whenever I fall asleep I dream that the birthmark on my body comes to life and turns into a man holding me from behind, slowly touching my body and kissing my back, then suddenly turns into a big wolf, crushing my bones bit by bit ,hardened eyes stared at me with a deadly gaze, and finally opened its mouth to tear my body apart.

Images of darkness and despair swirled in my mind, fueled by the haunting echoes of a nightmare that refused to release its grip. In the depths of my subconscious, I found myself ensnared in a chilling vision, one where Lucius, the ruthless alpha king, stalked through the shadows, his gaze alight with a malevolent fury. In my dream, he hunted me relentlessly, his presence a sinister specter that loomed over my every move. I jolted awake, my heart pounding against my chest, beads of sweat clinging to my skin like a shroud of fear. The remnants of the nightmare lingered, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of my past.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

A harmless little thing who didn’t know how to bite. Well, they were about to find out exactly how sharp this little kitten’s bite could be. … I fell into a deep sleep not long after boarding the private plane my father sent. The past few days had wrung me out. I hadn’t rested—hadn’t let myself. I hate to admit it, but yes… I was hurt. A part of me had still been affected by Caelen. We’d had something once. I had loved him. Pretending otherwise wouldn’t make it true.

Then I went to my room, crawled into bed. And stared at the ceiling. It was so hard to fall asleep even though I was exhausted. My mind wouldn't shut off. Wouldn't stop replaying everything. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it all again. The gun pointing. The shot firing. Danny falling. The blood pooling. When I finally did fall asleep from pure exhaustion, the nightmares started immediately. In the first one, I was back at that compound. But this time, I didn't throw the knife fast enough.

62 Alex I couldn’t sleep again that night. I tried—God knows I tried—but every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Liam, bleeding out in that alley, his lifeless eyes staring into mine. The nightmare had shaken me to my core, leaving me drenched in sweat, my heart hammering in my chest. The room was dark and still, but my mind raced with fragments of the message, the nightmare, and the growing sense that something was horribly wrong. "I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you."

He doesn't use his hand and only hits them using his feet on the neck causing those who approach him to fall asleep quickly. As for Josh, he grabbed that baseball bat and used it to hit the men he reached. I shifted my gaze to others and I was amazed to see Ice and Jam fighting so that they could become partners, I no longer wonder why I see the two of them closer. "Shit can you stay away?! You stink!" Ezra and Julian yelled in front of them and quickly hit it which made me stunned. — On the other hand, Nash and Adrison quickly sneaked in to see what was inside the van but before they could open it, they stopped when they felt a hard object pointed at their head.

I know he has hurt me badly but today the pain in his eyes was too much. ____________________ NEXT NIGHT: Pathetic Slut Worthless Waste of space Waking up with a gasp, I took greedy gulps of air. Frantically looking around the room, I tried to look for them but there was no one. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Another sleepless night. Sitting against the hardboard of the bed, a lone tear escaped my eye. These nightmare has been my never-leaving companion. No matter how much I try to forget everything but they just come back. And the confession of Xavier has been haunting my senses.

It is the first time she is doing this, it makes her feel like she is not herself. The thoughts of him are always there to meddle her head at night, her dreams too. There is always a dream that he was shot dead in this special force, she wakes up sweating, crying and clutching her pillow. The more days he spent there, the more prominent the nightmares become and she is now like a zombie with bags underneath her eyes. She always gets afraid to sleep at night for that nightmare awaits her all the darn time. Sometimes, she even sees that he was bombed and they could only find his toes, it's horrible.