Romans & histoires Passive Nightmare

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

He could hear it snarling and growling behind him, as he raced towards the exit. Finally, he burst out of the building, and ran towards the military base, hoping to find help. But when he turned around, he saw the wolf staring at him from a distance, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Matt had disappeared, and Damien was left with a terrifying realization. They had created something that they couldn't control. The Kendrick-Davis Serum was a failure, and they had unleashed something dangerous into the world. As he stood there, watching the wolf disappear into the night, Damien knew that he had to do something to fix his mistake. But he also knew that it might be too late.

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

They consistently ignored her and kept sneaking into her room. She stopped complaining after she noticed she didn’t have the weird dreams as much when they came around. She felt protected and got some of her best sleep around them. For this and the fact that they were growing on her caused her to be relaxed with them. Farrell woke in the morning to soft moans. When he flexed his right hand he realized he was holding on to something soft that evoked a pleasurable feeling in him. If he moved his hips slightly his rod melted into something soft.

Eloise whimpered as her body jerked beneath the sheets, sweat coated her skin despite the cool air in the room, soaking into the pillow beneath her head. Her breath became restless as her fingers clenched the sheets tightly. Eyelids fluttered wildly, pupils darting beneath them in chaotic patterns. “ Ahh,” she yelped as her legs kicked violently, jerking her up from the horrifying nightmare. She sat on the bed panting heavily, her body shivering, and her eyes wide open. The nightmare seems to be getting worse each night. Every night has been the same since, but tonight's different; it was more vivid and more terrifying.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

I attempted to place the glass on the table, but he stopped me and took it from me so I didn't have to stretch. “Do you remember this place?” he asked. I tried not to allow my eyes to wander. Of course, I remember, why won't I? This is a place that holds many memories of us. “It has so many memories of us.” He continued. I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I don't want to remember those times which I once thought were the good times. But I do. However, I couldn't separate the memories from the naive girl. I still have nightmares of that day, the day his stepfather died.