Chris X Nightmare Novels & Stories

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

He roars his long legs getting him closer to the door in a few seconds. Chris who looks rather alarmed goes over to him using his speed. But when he reaches out for Xavier, he's pushed aside, his body colliding with the wall in the far corner. I gasp, looking over at Chris. Chris groans, wincing when he tries to move. Not knowing what to do I stay rooted where I am completely terrified and stunned. I turn to stare at Xavier's rigid back. I watch Xavier leave the room in a hast, snarling as he went by. It didn't make sense. What the hell was going on?

Honestly, I felt fear crawl up inside me. Christopher stepped and grabbed a glass that was half-filled with liquor. He took a sip, then gestured at the paintings. “I have nightmares every night. I dream about the night they were taken from me, brutally. I dream…” I sucked in a deep breath. I knew what he was referring to. More than a year ago, his wife and son had been murdered in an attack at night. That was the beginning of Christopher’s woes, the time he’d become like this. It was said that the loss shattered his mind. Since then, his public appearances and business shows have become a disaster. He fidgeted, talked to himself, laughed alone, and said things in public that made everyone co

Mudslinging has always been mortals' favorite sport. "What are you doing here?" Snoopy's voice came from behind him. "Waiting," Chris replied cryptically. "For who?" Snoopy questioned, confused. Chris dropped the cigar and turned around to face him. The smirk across his face was unreadable, his eyes carriied a hint of amusement. "Another nightmare?" Chris asked knowingly. "Yeah," Snoopy replied wearily. ...............

I don't take it likely with people that come close to what belongs to me. "Nooo! Ah!" The voice cried out as he was being thrown into a pit full of pythons and scorpions. All his body was swollen up and dribbling liquids. "Nooo, Ahhh!" Chris kept crying out from his dream. His body was all covered in blood. "Wake up, baby," Isabella called on to him and began shaking him. "Please wake up. What's happening to him?" She cried out when he wouldn't budge. "HE'S BEEN TAKING TO THE DARK REALM," the spirits of nature said.

Marc frowned deeply. “My mate’s not here. I’d feel ‘em. Sophie said she felt Trey on her birthday like he was in the next room. My mate isn’t here.” “Alright. You don’t have to go straight away… Next week is still fine.” “Why wait? You were right. A mate will steady me.” “You’re fine Chris,” Klara stated affectionately. Chris didn’t respond. He was far from fine… he hadn’t been fine for nine years. Not really. Not properly. His mind went back to those five months too regularly. His nightmares had never receded. The panic over certain smells, certain sounds too regular.

However, upon seeing the sight before him, his expression turned grim and he scowled at the sleeping male. With his mouth forming into a grin, Chris was snoring away as he slurred out his idol's name happily and drools escaped his thin pink lips, "Megan~ Fox~" He felt anger burning in his heart and without knowing any reason as to why he had the urge to murder Chris right then and there. Without thinking twice, he grabbed onto a nearby pillow and flatly slammed it onto Chris' face. He made sure to cut off Chris' air supplies till he was actually struggling madly underneath Nathan.

I found myself saying before I realized how that sounded and knew it wasn’t guaranteed he wasn’t under Rex Foxworth’s payroll. “And why would you say that, Chris?” “Because I was still damn scared.” I partly lied. It was true I was scared but not for the reasons he was probably thinking. “And now that it’s gone and I see her hurting, I think that’s what brought my nightmares back.” “Tell me again what happens in your dream? Did it change a bit or is it still exactly the same?”

I watch as Chris smile wickedly "Maybe you don't want to know" "How dare…." "Hey watch it!" Chris yelled catching Nickolaus off guard "I can be your worst nightmare Nickolaus Michealson" Chris muttered standing before him in a daring manner "And you are?" "Chris Lozaldo, does it ring a bell?" Chris smirk and took my hand walking away.

She feels she finally wakes up from the nightmare completely after she drinks the whole bottle. Another bad dream. She cannot remember how many bad dreams she has had since she was almost raped by Anthony a month ago. She hasn’t had one single dreamless night since that day. Some nights it was one nightmare after another, keeping her awake and screaming the whole night. She wonders when these nightmares will no longer harass her. She leans against the headboard beside Chris, turning her head to him and staring at his face. Chris gives her a meek and guilty smile. His face is still covered in blue and black bruises but is no longer swollen. He had suffered a concussion just like her that day,