Bridal Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

My breath was shaky as I awaited what was to follow. “I do not love you, Elora Amoh, and never will. So do yourself a favor and leave. I have a wedding to complete.” My body shook vigorously as each word sank in slowly. Each word that I hoped was unreal. The nights of bliss we had been nothing but a lie. His confessions every time, the way he would stare at me, the words of encouragement, everything had been a lie. My eyes started to sting with tears. “You-” Words failed me.

But here’s the thing: my near tears had nothing to do with how lovely I looked. No, I was on the verge of tears because this wasn’t my dream come true—it was my nightmare. I wasn’t some dress-loving, wedding-obsessed girl who dreamed of a big white wedding. I’d never even liked dresses. And here I was, about to marry James Nighthawk, the son of our Pack’s Alpha. The next Alpha, to be precise.

“Of course I’m bothered!” “Wait,” says Sarah, looking warily from Ben to me. “You guys haven’t …?” “There hasn’t been the opportunity,” says Ben tightly. “Wow.” Sarah breathes out, looking incredulous. “That’s … unusual for a honeymoon.” “Our room was messed around,” I explain succinctly, “and Ben got drunk and we were stalked by butlers and I had an allergic reaction and basically—” “It’s been a nightmare.” “Nightmare.” We’re both slumped in gloom, our energy gone.

She heard him shut his door and saw his feet walk in front of her room door, so she calmed down, deciding to shut her eyes and go to sleep. That night she had a nightmare unlike the usual ones. She woke up in her dream and went out of her room to see the preparations for a wedding. In this unusual dream, the mansion was decked out for a marriage, and peonies and lilies decked the halls of the mansion. She knocked at the door of Alpha Amal's room and came across a semi-naked Paisley, and startled, she shut the door and turned around. Then she was summoned into the room and told that it was her job to prepare Paisley for the wedding. In front of her, they both kissed each other, and her feet s

He seems amused as our eyes lock together. “No, I don’t remember that at all. My dreams have never revealed such a thing.” I feel completely appalled to learn that in the past I was promised to someone else, but it still doesn’t explain the curse or what it has to do with midnight. Not yet. “Well,” Ramsey begins. “At the stroke of midnight is when you two mated. That is the only other hint I’m going to give you for now. Maybe you’ll have sweet dreams tonight and dream of who that man was. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”

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.

I started recalling NIGHTMARES. Yes, nightmares! It looked like the memories of my past...it looked like Cade used to treat me like trash until he knew I was not a human. He even killed his real bride and then chose me as his chosen bride just because I was powerful. Not to mention, he even cheated on me with Lenora and married her in the first place. All he did was nothing but play with my feelings. But was that true? Could I trust it or these memories weren’t true?

Wiping the cold water from my face, I gave a small smile to the camera. “Vincent, I’m going to be with my mom now. Goodbye.” I ended the recording and set my phone aside. Then, I closed my eyes and jumped from the top of the Empire State Building. Meanwhile, inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the wedding had begun, and Vincent and Elena were about to exchange rings. Vincent picked up the Medici family’s blue diamond ring. Just as he was about to place it on Elena’s finger, a sudden wave of unease hit him. As the ring slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, a ripple of gasps spread through the guests. Elena’s smile froze on her face.

Winter’s POV Tonight, I would marry the Vampire Crown Prince. Since the day I was chosen as his bride, I had lived each day in fear. Every night, sleep brought no comfort, only nightmares that ended the moment I opened my eyes. But I had run out of mornings to end the nightmares. Tonight, the nightmare would become my reality. The sharp click of metal locks snapping open tore me from my thoughts. They had come for me. I remained seated, forcing myself to look calm, though terror churned violently beneath the surface.