Bridal Nightmare Novels & Stories

Eli, she couldn't help but think about the fact that Eli had played his part in this disaster too. Anytime she thought of the brides, their deaths, and the pain their families had been made to go through, she thought of Eli and the manipulative role he had played in it all. He was manipulated too, she knew --- bit still, what was done, was done. "Then recently I started having nightmares. Kami doesn't smile, she is always wailing trapped with these chains and begging me to help her." Tamina pulled away, her eyes wet with tears. Her fingers trailed the base of her neck, when she spoke next.

Then half an hour. It was only after an entire hour passed and the bride hadn't made an appearance that she sensed something off. The pack members were whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with pity, as their ears took in every word of the delta's son. "I saw her..." "She left with a bag..." "A handsome guy...they kissed..." Though his voice was low, it reached every corner of the open hall. Naira's mind buzzed. She heard the words loud and clear, but her mind failed to make sense of them.

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.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

The limo door shut with a heavy click behind us. “Tonight you’re going to tell me everything,” Alexander said, voice low and flat as we stepped into the honeymoon villa. “And I mean everything, Emma.” I kicked off the heels that had been killing my feet all day. “I already told you in the hallway. Sophia ran. Dad begged me. The merger would collapse if the wedding fell apart. That’s it.” He flicked on the lights. The huge living room glowed soft gold. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the dark ocean outside. Alexander loosened his bow tie with one hand and stared at me like I was a problem he needed to solve right now.

Empty. “This is where you’ll stay,” Adrian said. “Your room is down the hall.” I nodded, unsure what else to say. “And Amara,” he added. I turned. “This marriage stays private—for now.” I swallowed hard. Because I was beginning to understand something terrifying— I hadn’t just signed a contract. I had stepped into a war. I didn’t know how to fight.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

The only thing that could distract me from the scene I had just witnessed was intense physical activity. Everything kept replaying in my mind. On the eve of our wedding, the man I was about to marry was tangled in the sheets with my best friend, who was also the mother of his child. I thought such melodramatic events were the stuff of TV dramas, but now, they were happening to me. Seven years of love and care, all for nothing. I had been certain that starting tomorrow, Liam and I would live happily ever after. But the nightmare I saw tonight had shattered that illusion. Liam was no longer the man who had sworn to love me for a lifetime.

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

“You’re being so m-m-mean, Fidella!” Fidella gazed aghast at the drama her mother was staging, and Anni stifled a laugh in her hand. The assistant gazed at them aghast. The bridal salon was where dreams are born and weddings are celebrated—particularly not where family squabbles were reenacted dramatically.