C.c X Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Catherine, Catherine, Catherine. Ha ha ha! She's such a loser. How could she think that Kieran is her mate?" "No!" Catherine screamed as she woke up, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Her heart raced, and her skin felt clammy. She had just relived the same nightmare—the one replaying that awful night she was supposed to find her mate. A night she never wanted to remember, yet it haunted her dreams relentlessly. She sat up, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She couldn’t fall back asleep. The fear of being dragged into another nightmare kept her wide awake. Tossing and turning in her sleeping bag, Catherine’s mind raced. After a while, she realized something was wrong.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

Just a nightmare. What was happening?

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

I know he has hurt me badly but today the pain in his eyes was too much. ____________________ NEXT NIGHT: Pathetic Slut Worthless Waste of space Waking up with a gasp, I took greedy gulps of air. Frantically looking around the room, I tried to look for them but there was no one. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Another sleepless night. Sitting against the hardboard of the bed, a lone tear escaped my eye. These nightmare has been my never-leaving companion. No matter how much I try to forget everything but they just come back. And the confession of Xavier has been haunting my senses.

She picked it up and saw an notification from i*******m . "Yourworstnightmare.11 has requested to follow you ."she giggled reading the username .She viewd the account but that was private too , Cynthia never added strangers to her profile so she declined the request . "Yourworstnightmare.11 has requested to foolow you ." said the notification again . Cynthia ignored . "Yourworstnghtmare.11 wants to send you a message ." Cynthia viewed the message . "Oh come on this so called good vampira is gonna hunt you down if you don't accept his request ."said the message .Cynthia giggled again she understood it was damon and accepeted the request .

REID The events of the day replay in my dreams all night like a horror movie that I can’t turn off. I’m back on that ridge, watching as Xavier staggers toward Gray, lunging in a last desperate attempt to fight him off. I see Gray tear out his throat again, hear the gurgling sound as Xavier struggles for air, blood spurting from the gaping wound in his neck and staining the snow. This time, though, when I go to turn away, something gives me pause. I look back to see Xavier rise again, still bleeding from the neck but still very much alive. Everyone else has their backs turned, and I open my mouth to warn them, but no sound comes out…

Caleb screamed, flying from the bed with talons slashing out, his fangs elongated, his eyes pools of darkness. His body drenched in sweat, his eyes wild, he roared and slashed out, shredding the bed with his talons, flowing around the room, searching for any sign of threat. He quartered the bedroom, leaving no dark crevice unchecked until he was certain there was no danger in his vicinity. Only once he was fully convinced he wasn't under attack did the impact of his nightmares begin to sink in.

he finished. Later that night, James sighed as he got up from the bed. He had another damn nightmare about Xavier’s experiments on him. James thought when he learned the truth, the nightmares would end, but apparently, he was wrong. He pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and walked out of the guest room at Andrews’s home. With a yawn, he walked into the kitchen, surprised to see Andrew still awake and looking worried. “What’s wrong alpha?” He asked.

I thought random sex was all I needed, but I was so wrong it’s almost funny. I close my eyes, allowing my body to relax as Grace’s breathing becomes heavier while she goes back to sleep. I don’t know how long it took me to sleep, but when I do, the nightmares come back crashing. The scream leaves Grace’s mouth with the terror on her face while her mother is dead on the floor. Her eyes blame me while she falls on her knees, crying over her dead mother’s body.