Romans & histoires Passive Nightmare Sans

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..

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

That will be giving me nightmares! ------------------------------------------------------------------------

he said and left. Things are getting really awkward, I didn’t travel all the way to the city to sell my body, even if it’s pleasurable. I would rather stick with one man, but it feels wrong with Jack now, knowing he’s a petty snake. Do I really need to go down with Nate as well, what if this is just a game? My dignity is on the line, they do not seem to care about my dignity though. After they had finish exercising, I was waiting in Nate’s bedroom when he came in all sweaty and hot. He removed his singlet, flexing his muscles. He has broad shoulders, his chest fully formed, and his abs were tight as fuck.

Stories of death—and worse than death. His throat went dry, as a chill raced up and down his spine. Papa fucking Nightmare is here. The pounding on the metal increased, becoming chaotic, frantic. Muffled, unintelligible voices mixed with animalistic hisses and snarls. The same sounds he’d heard from those zonbis ripping apart Bernstein’s SUV. Something—or more accurately—some things wanted in. “Why don’t you go out to the highway and play “hide and go fuck yourself”?” he replied and hit “end.”

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

“Yes ma’am.” Berk screamed and he sat up. It was another nightmare. He could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He knew it was because of his guilt. Ever since the shooting he’s had the same dream. In his dream he was standing in the alleyway next to the Tribune. Lisa rounded the corner. Gordon was in the diner across the street. Berk could see him through the window. Then Gordon suddenly turned his head. His glasses glowed in the light. Berk could feel his eyes looking at him. Lisa approached and now stood in front of him. Berk's hand suddenly felt heavy. He looked down and there was something in his hand. It was a gun. His finger rested on the trigger and it clicked. The gun kicked

I yelled at the system in my mind. After a long while, the cold voice finally responded, "Do not worry, Player. System bugs will not affect real life. You will only return to the game world in your dreams." I mulled over its words. "Are you saying that there's a bug, but you're not going to fix it?" The system went silent. Inhaling deeply, I swallowed the urge to curse and pushed the classroom door. The ghosts were quietly going about their own stuff in the classroom until they saw me and froze on the spot.