Daycare Nightmare Novels & Stories

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

"Come and ask me for more if it's not enough." In the quiet, I thought I heard the softest sigh. Maybe I imagined it. That night, I actually had a good dream for once. In it, Mom gently kissed me on the cheek. A wave of uneasiness washed over me. "Serena?" She suddenly laughed. "You're supposed to call me Mom, silly." When I woke up, I still went to school and came home alone like always. … On this day, the moment I stepped into our apartment complex, I saw Ashton playing around with a few other kids. He climbed to the very top of the playground.

Dave mocked. He took Sylvia’s hand and walked away, leaving us frozen. “Is that man really going to marry Sylvia?” Greg groaned. “Why do you care?” I yelled, storming upstairs. Everything was crashing too fast. How could Sylvia enter the Colombo family? The family I had dreamed of all my life? I won’t allow it.

For so many years, I had poured my heart and soul into taking care of everyone in the Cooper family. I worked myself to the bone to improve our lives—pulling endless overtime at work, only to come home and cook for the whole family. Each day, I walked a tightrope, terrified of making a mistake at work, yet equally afraid of neglecting them.

A movement that happened in a swift, just like she never did. **** Her place was just as I presumed: tiny and unhealthy for human habitation. I couldn't help but wonder how she survived there. According to my source, it was all she could afford since she had run out of money after her Father ignored her. It made my blood boil that he dared to do something of that sort to her. The urge to walk into his office and have him pay a millionfolds threatened to consume me, but I knew better than to do that. I was a consuming tornado, one that didn't make his moves known.

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

I presume, kitchen. "Sorry, Nate has a habit of sneaking into smaller places at night due to his nightmare... Dad is looking for the reason. Maybe it is Nightmare syndrome." "What is Nightmare syndrome?" I asked, curiously. "Why have is looking for it? It is a disorder... A psychiatrist should be involved." I feel protective over that boy. He is just 5 years old.

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

“Let’s go, sweetheart.” But the smile felt like paper—thin, breakable, fake. The second hit landed before noon. Mrs. Alvarez. I saw her number flash and almost cried in relief. “Thora,” she began, gentle but tight, “I just wanted to tell you before you heard it somewhere else—there’s been a complaint about the daycare. They’re sending inspectors tomorrow. Until it’s sorted, I can’t… I can’t be involved in anything legal.” I sank onto a chair. “What kind of complaint?”

“I wanted to see them. So I invited them in while you were thinking it over. I gave them cocoa with something to help them sleep, don't worry it's harmless.” I drew my brows together, anger coursing through my veins, “You drugged my kids.” Her lips curled up, “Don't worry, they are not hurt. Not yet.” Mel tugged on my trousers. I looked down, and she asked, “Dad, where is Mom?” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach at that question. Lydia must have realised the twins weren't home. “Don't worry, your mom is fine. This is a reunion. Sadly, Zoe can't make it,” she clicked her teeth with her tongue. “But every other person is here.”