Chris X Nightmare Novels & Stories

Graham replied, “What are you saying, President Zea. We’re all here today, thanks to you. If that brat comes to pester you again, I’ll be the first to hammer him to death.” *** Inside a classy twenty-four-hour bar, Chris was swirling the red wine glass in his hand. As he looked at his reflection on the glass, his mind was instead filled with Winifred. “Winifred, you can’t escape from me. No woman dares to reject me, Chris Hill.” Chris’s face was contorted into a frightening smile. A smile that would send shivers down one’s spine. This man’s true nature was completely different from his gentle appearance. Inside his heart lived a wild beast.

“Traitors.” Hot blood sprays the side of my face as the blur of a silver knife slashes across Chris’ throat. I cry out in shock as Chris makes a gurgling sound, clutching at the gaping wound in his neck, his body wilting against the wall. My hands cover my mouth as I look to Xavier, and he’s just smiling, wiping his blade off on the leg of his jeans.

He raced forward, running as fast as he can to exit the corridor but the passage feels endless; Opposite of his hope which is evaporating the more he spends his time in that spiteful place. The voices laughing from earlier are back and its tormenting his sanity as he pants trying to run away from this nightmare. A nightmare… He momentarily stopped, the laughing voices went louder and louder, starting to keep up as Chris stopped moving. “This is not real. This is a nightmare!” He closed his eyes and continuously says in his mind. He opened his eyes and finally saw the ceiling of his bedroom. He glared at the man sitting at the edge of his bed. “Do you like my gift?” The demon is giving its be

He teased me a little bit more before his fingers replaced his tongue and he slid them deep inside. ‘Oh, fuck!’. I cried out. He chuckled light but continued. I could feel my orgasm building and as I started panting, getting closer and closer- *BANG* Shooting upright in my bed, I looked down at the door. Chris was stood there, his eyebrow raised, glaring at me. ‘What the fuck were you dreaming about?’ I felt my face heat up. ‘N-Nothing’. He just stared at me and I was almost positive he knew. I looked away again, feeling awkward. He just shook his head and walked off laughing to himself.

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’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

I answered Patrick still seemed confused so I stood up and walked over to him. "May I?" I asked holding out my hands. He looked worried but placed his hands in mine. Craig stepped up to my back and put his arm around me, protectively. I looked into Patrick's eyes. {He's happy not to be the next Alpha. He hopes that Craig will keep him as a first though. He likes that position. It's powerful but not as dangerous and he needs to keep his family safe. He has two little boys at home and a newly changed wife, Virginia the one you met at the party. They were going to wait to change her and have another child but when the Nightmare came, he didn't want to risk her getting sick. He adores her and hi

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

“What did you see?” Chris looked sheepish, avoiding my gaze. “It’s probably nothing. I was just seeing things, I’m sure.” “What things?” I pressed. He sighed. “I came down to the kitchen last night and… I thought I saw a woman in white. I heard her crying, too. But it was late, and I was tired. I’m sure it was just my imagination.” A chill ran down my spine despite myself, but my skeptical attitude was as stubborn as ever. “A woman in white? Chris, you don’t actually believe in this stuff, do you?”

--- --- --- One could be amazed by the depths of jealousy. Strands of curly blonde hair in a loop of disarray over a pillow somewhere in the middle of the night. Whimpers and pleas trespassing through pink lips when a strong back arches off the mattress. Chris is tossing and turning, sweat beading over his thick brow as his dreams haunt terror and lust across shivering flesh and a racing pulse. Eyes of a blood color luster awakening beneath his skin when his mouth gapes in unspoken terror. "No…" He grunts, pained and thrashing harder against his thick comforters.