Novel & Cerita Passive Nightmare

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.

I should fight. I stay. I let the heat of his body warm mine. Just for tonight. I tell myself. Just for the deal. The nightmare is changing. It is becoming something else. Something much more dangerous. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart. I’m

I can hear the women laughing about something, their voices warm and comfortable. For a moment, everything feels almost normal. Almost peaceful. But there's something that's been nagging at me. Something I've been trying not to think about, not to voice, not to give power to by acknowledging it out loud. The nightmares have been getting worse. More frequent. More vivid. Claire's face, covered in blood. 'His' laugh echoing in my ears. The baby that never got to be born. And in every nightmare, 'he' is there. Smiling. Promising that it's not over. That he's not done with us yet.

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She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

I throw him off my body, shouting like my life depends on it. I wake up from the confusing nightmare, sweating profusely and I immediately switch on the lights. I look around the room and when I realise that I'm all alone, I sigh in relief then switch off the lights, pulling over the quilt and forcing myself to sleep. I can't wait for morning so that Brenda and her boyfriend can leave! I want this house all to myself, to do as I please! **** Finally it's morning!

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.