The Dreamers (Editing)
- Reads 804
- Votes 21
- Parts 7
I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one.
I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.
All Rights Reserved
#187
completed
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Meeting Maia
I blinked. My eyes began focusing on shapes. I could hear murmuring voices. I could smell medication. I could taste blood. I could feel scratchy blankets lying over my frail body. Three humans, talking under their breaths. A blue cast on my leg. Another on my arm. Stitches in my other 'leg'. More stitches on my face neck and chest. A huge stapled gash across my entire stomach, starting from my shoulder and going in a diagonal line straight across my body and ending at my hip bone. It had just avoided my heart. Tubes were threaded through my arms and other areas of my stomach. I was suddenly very aware of the amount of pain I was in. I cried out in pain and all three people turned to me. The middle one lurched forwards and took a needle from the side. The other two fussed around me, rethreading the tubes and checking that they were all fully functional. A sharp, aching pain pierced my neck and I caught the middle guy with a needle in my neck. My vision slowly began blurring again.Complete
Psychopath Billionaire | BBANGSAZ
I felt her hand slip into mine as she intertwined our fingers. Nothing about her touch was repulsive or unpleasant, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I was shaking without realizing it. Minji noticed this and asked, "What's wrong, love?" "Nothing." She cupped my face and tilted it enough to put it in front of hers. "Are you afraid of me?" I shook my head. "No." She raised her eyebrows. She knew I was lying and I didn't want to think about what she would do to me if she realized I was lying; I didn't want to find out. "Y... Yes," I said with difficulty. A knowing smile crossed her lips. "Good. You should be." MINJI G!P * * * This is a BBANGSAZ adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to original author @darksideofreading.Complete
The Devil's Bride
"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.Complete
A Dream Come True
What the hell was going on? All logical thought swept from your brain. How could this be? This man could not be standing in front of you. No you're dreaming. You must be. You fell asleep at work and you're dreaming. Okay. Okay. You just need to wake yourself up. Yeah that's it. You tried pinching yourself but you couldn't move your hands out of the tight grip. The only unrestrained part of your body were your legs. You violently landed a kick to your left shin. "FUCKING SHIT!!" Was that supposed to hurt that much in a dream?Complete
My Big Baby
Right now, we are sitting inside the car, heading to her or rather, our house, in complete silence. she is driving, and I'm gazing out of the window, lost in my thoughts. And suddenly... *Horn* *Horn* "MINJI!..." *Crash* "Mom, who is she?" she asked, bewildered. "She is your wife, Minji," her mom replied. "Wife? Does that mean I am her husband?" she asked, trying to understand the situation. "Yes, Minji." "Like you and Dad?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. β (CC) brightest_start01Complete
My Mafia | Bbangsaz
She began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw her shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." she growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. She grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the woman from last night. Her eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what she might do. "Who did this to your face?" She growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me. Converted | G!P Minji This story is not mine. All credits belong to the original author ;)Complete
They Called Me a Tragedy
[Currently discontinued] I lost everything before I even knew how to live. Orphaned, cast into the care of relatives who never wanted me, I learned early that the world doesn't notice when you disappear. To everyone around me, I am quiet, polite, fragile. I stay in the corners. I smile when I must. People say I'm sweet, obedient, unassuming - perhaps they are right. Perhaps they don't see the ways I watch, the choices I make in silence. I move carefully. I observe. I wait. Some doors, once opened, are better left undiscovered. They called me a tragedy. Perhaps they were right - or perhaps they never truly understood. [currently editing and uploading when suitable]
The Devil Of Innocence (#2)
(ππππ πππ ππ πππ πππΌπΎπππππΏ πππππππ ) Ξ΅κ¨οΈΠ· πππππ πππππππ has spent her entire life trying to earn a freedom she was never meant to have. Kept under her mother's control for as long as she can remember, she's finally given a chance to leave it all behind. All she has to do is infiltrate the people responsible for the massacre of her clan, earn the trust of their leader, and kill him. Simple. At least, that's what she tells herself. But the closer she gets to Rowan Adams, the less anything makes sense. Faces linger a second too long. Places feel strangely familiar. Answers only seem to lead to more questions, and every lie she tells him pulls her further away from the truth she doesn't even realize she's searching for. πππππ πππππ is the last person anyone would expect to carry the weight he does. He's loud, sarcastic, impossible to shut up, and always the first to make someone laugh. It's easier that way. Easier than letting anyone see what's buried deep underneath. Then Amaya walks into his life. She was supposed to be just another stranger. Instead, she becomes the one person he can't stop thinking about. The one person he'd bleed for without hesitation. The only problem is that she came to destroy him. Ξ΅κ¨οΈΠ· STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023Complete
I blinked. My eyes began focusing on shapes. I could hear murmuring voices. I could smell medication. I could taste blood. I could feel scratchy blankets lying over my frail body. Three humans, talking under their breaths. A blue cast on my leg. Another on my arm. Stitches in my other 'leg'. More stitches on my face neck and chest. A huge stapled gash across my entire stomach, starting from my shoulder and going in a diagonal line straight across my body and ending at my hip bone. It had just avoided my heart. Tubes were threaded through my arms and other areas of my stomach. I was suddenly very aware of the amount of pain I was in. I cried out in pain and all three people turned to me. The middle one lurched forwards and took a needle from the side. The other two fussed around me, rethreading the tubes and checking that they were all fully functional. A sharp, aching pain pierced my neck and I caught the middle guy with a needle in my neck. My vision slowly began blurring again.
More detailsContent Guidelines