Bridal Nightmare Novels & Stories

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real. "I know her now. She was my bride in my dream." Daniel then got up from his bed and he was excited when he finally remembered that woman. He got his journal from his drawer and then tried to discover his note about his wedding dream. He tried to remember what month he wrote it. "I had that dream in the summer, so it should be around June and August," said Daniel while opening his journal. He began to find out the journal's divider in June and read one by one of his notes, but he didn't find any dream about marriage.

He sat bolt upright in bed, staring into the impenetrable darkness beyond his window. He had just experienced a nightmare moments ago. He dreamed that Gabriella was getting married, with Xavier as the groom. Xavier stood in the hallowed church, impeccable in his formal attire, patiently anticipating his bride. Then, Gabriella appeared, her arm linked with Julian's, as she slowly processed down the aisle into the church, moving to join Xavier as his new wife under the watchful eyes of everyone present. Throughout the ceremony, Brody remained in the guest seating, yelling out, desperate to halt the proceedings. Yet, it was as if he were invisible; the attendees neither saw nor heard his franti

It doesn’t last long till it sends a chill up my spine so I just sit and relax in the Sand. Noel joins me offering me some food but I decline. “How come you couldn’t sleep last night? Want to talk about it?” He asks with a bit of a concerned look on his face. “I don’t know. I think I might just feel overwhelmed by everything that’s happened. Or maybe waiting that something would wake me up from this nightmare.” I run sand through my fingers as it helps me relax. “Why do you think this is a nightmare?” He continues questioning me. “Well, lets face it. I was too wrapped up in feelings from everyone else to realise my Mate was right there. And when I finally realised who He is to me, he was for

Thankfully, all the babies that have been born in the last five years have been unaffected by the Nightmare as well as all the humans that took the potion. Today was going to be a great day. I kept saying to myself as I continued to watch my pack finish up. I was getting married today. I was getting married to Craig today. Craig, my best friend. The one that was always there for me. My mate and my love. I was never surer about anything. This was the right decision for me. I didn't even think twice about it. He was so scared when he proposed a few months ago though. I have no idea why.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

This wasn’t anywhere I knew. The room was… breathtaking. Walls of soft, warm grey. Tall windows covered by curtains of rich, dark silk. The bed I was in was huge and impossibly soft, the sheets cool and smooth. Everything spoke of quiet, immense wealth. It was serene. Beautiful. For one dizzy second, I thought, Am I dead? Is this heaven? Then, the memory crashed down on me like a wave of ice. The fall. The blood. The loss. Julian’s cold eyes.

"Hush, Aida! We don't know how deep she lost consciousness when she passed out." Nathan gets close and holds the smelling salt underneath Madeline's nose, she inhales and starts coughing, eyes still wide with shock as she tries to come around. "What - what happened to me? My head feels awful. I fell and broke the plates, didn't I?" she sputters. "We think it's just stress, honey. You blacked out a little right there. Nothing serious at all," Aida soothes. "It's okay, darling. You're alright now," Nathan also croons as he secretly shares a knowing look with his wife. It certainly won't be long now and they smile at each other.

Is the wife supposed to wait for her husband on their wedding night and then what? Sebastian hasn't given me the assurance that he's coming tonight and I'm not expecting him. What are we expected to do? Do we commiserate with the union tonight? I may not have been exposed to a lot of things but I know what Is expected of a marriage. An heir. That is the purpose of this stupid marriage in the first place. Sebastian couldn't even stand me,not that I can stand him either. In fact I wouldn't even allow him to touch me with his filthy hands.

Moments after I sat down, the bride walked in—her dress flowy and beautiful, like something out of a fairytale. It reminded me of my wedding to Sebastian. Same setting—an outdoor wedding. Same dreamy illusion... except the feelings behind mine were a nightmare I never woke up from. It was stunning… but I loathed every second. In my past life, that day was a nightmare I wanted to escape. I shredded my dress and smeared my makeup—Kaylee’s idea, of course. We both crossed our fingers Sebastian would cancel when he saw me looking like a something out of a freak show. But he just calmly made me fix my makeup and slip into another dress—without looking the least bit annoyed.