Passive Nightmare の小説・ストーリー

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

As the deepest hours of the night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity, I found myself utterly unable to surrender to the solace of sleep. My mind, a relentless projector of terror, replayed Elijah’s hushed words about the prophetic dreams that occasionally manifested within the Thorne lineage. The chilling possibility that my nightmare was not merely a random byproduct of a troubled subconscious, but a genuine glimpse into a potential, horrifying future, settled upon me with the crushing weight of a premonition, a silent alarm screaming in the quiet recesses of my mind.

Ally thought. Quickly Collier lowers himself to her and guided himself in until her body swallowed him whole. He filled her so much she couldn’t even tell where he ended and she began. His movements were so smooth and Ally was so wet. Another moan escaped her lips and he sucked on her neck while playing with her clit with his hand. It was so overwhelming and unlike anything she had ever experienced. The orgasm that shuttered both of them next was something neither had ever experienced before. They came undone together and then fell asleep in each other’s arms completely wrecked and happy.

Even after the moon waned and night turned to day, I continued to bite my nail, waiting for news from my mate but as the hours went by and I heard nothing, my anticipation and anxiety continued to mount. “I’m sure he is fine,” Beth said. “You should rest, Channy. Think of your baby.” Despite my mind being alert, I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was tired so I let her lead me to the only room in the sanctuary and coax me to sleep. With time, I could not keep my eyes open and the nightmares started. I had terrible nightmares on repeat. It was either I died or my mate died. In every dream where I died, I saw Dahlia towering above me, her eyes filled with malice as she stabbed into my stoma

Hopefully, this time, there will be no more of 'that nightmare'. ***

Hold THEM still. Her nightmares involved more than one man.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

Only a trace amount of pooled sperm was left behind after his cock fell out of my gaping cunt. During the few minutes that we spent lying there together in silence, there was total oblivion between us. We each had our own orgasm, and then we waited for the other to regain their composure before falling asleep in each other's arms. After a while, I started to feel tired, and as a result, I eventually passed out due to exhaustion. ***

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I let my neck fall backward to the wall and closed my eyes, relieved. My chest heaved up and down. My tank top and my hair were glued to me due to sweat. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness ran through my body. My eyelids became heavy again. I shook my head and opened my eyes, only to see the room circling around me. Black spots came into my vision and before I knew it, I was falling unconscious again.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .