43 Nightmares Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

Thirty three years later. 1st January 2023 "Catty, please open your eyes! Catty you're not dead! Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Catttyyyyyy!" My eyes shot open. Once again I'm having those terrible nightmares. "What's wrong with these dreams?" I say to myself, rubbing my eyes. Why are my cheeks wet? I wipe the tears from my eyes. "I've been crying?" Weird. It's not just today. Almost every week, such nightmares come haunting me. And then there's this specific name that I keep hearing.

Her voice was tired, resigned. “Everything…including the nightmares. I’m sorry, but he had to know what he was doing to you, to all of us! Especially after his lunatic girlfriend threatened you! You hadn’t had a nightmare in weeks, and then his psycho chic showed up and made them even worse than before!” She was right, the nightmares were worse. They even seemed longer. They were more vivid, the screams clearer, tormenting Lee even more. Her screams were even louder than they usually were.

"Shadows don't move on their own." Except mine always had. I did the breathing exercise Mrs. Hawthorne taught me when I was little, count to ten, close your eyes, think of something peaceful. When I opened them again, everything was normal. Just regular darkness doing what darkness does. My phone said 3:33 AM. Of course it did. Every time the nightmares woke me up, it was always 3:33. The nightmare was still fresh, playing on repeat behind my eyes. A burning kingdom,a man with silver eyes reaching for me, mouth moving in words I couldn't hear. Shadows swallowing everything the castle, the sky, the screaming people. And me, falling through darkness that tasted like death itself.

Jess had reached out to her friend and tried to explain that Lucian was not to blame but she was in no fit state to listen to anyone trapped in her nightmares. Trina tried not to have any more nightmares, she took relaxing lavender scented baths before bed, tried hot milky drinks and even sleeping tablets. Nothing worked the nightmares got worse, she fought and screamed and begged cowering in the corner of the bedroom taking longer and longer to be shaken out of it. Then, the night before her appointment with the Psychiatrist, Caleb had to work late waiting for a conference call from China. Trina went to bed alone and the worst nightmare hit her, deeply asleep she fought her demons but then

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

Three days. For three days since Cayden left, nightmares had plagued me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of a silver-haired man stroking my face with love. Then the image would shift, and the same man would be watching me bleed, his eyes cold and distant. And a woman’s mocking laughter would echo in the darkness. "Another nightmare?" Rhys asked, sitting by my bed, his eyes full of concern. I nodded, feeling weaker each day. The nightmares were draining my life force.

He could make the truth feel small and silly. “The blood work… could have anomalies,” Dr. Evans said slowly, not meeting my eyes anymore. “Stress can do strange things. Perhaps a more thorough psychiatric evaluation…” “No!” I slammed my hand on the bed rail. “You know me! You told me it was a miracle! You hugged me!” Now she looked at the floor. “Sienna, I think… the trauma of the fall, the blood loss… it might be causing confusion.” They were rewriting history right in front of me. Erasing my baby. Turning me into a liar.

"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.

My bloodline is more important than that. “I just… I went to see Nic,” our gazes clash quickly before her eyes dart to her feet when I give her my Alpha stare. “Whatever, sleep early cause we have an appointment first thing tomorrow morning, don’t spend your time doing rubbish.” I try to sleep and what I’ve been experiencing for the past four nights happen again. Everytime I go to bed, I end up having terrible nightmares and wake up sweaty, feeling numb then I hallucinate before I come back to consciousness.