Dreadful Night Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

No longer the ruined coliseum. This was the Nightmare. And it had claimed them all. ☠️ End of Chapter 12

The 'failed Ivys' began to crawl toward Dante’s unconscious body, and as the ship began to lift, I realized my nightmare was only just beginning. (Watch out for Chapter 248) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

Furniture were in really a bad shape as if someone faught a third world war before leaving this place. Her heart was pounding at a rate she thought was nearly impossible for any normal human. She craned her neck upward, afraid of encountering anything dangerous, after hearing someone laugh evilly. But what she saw there was enough to take her breath away. It was more dangerous than any danger in her life currently. There he was, her NIGHTMARE, smirking at her. As if mocking her. After all she entered his den without even him trying anything. And the next moment he threw a dagger in her direction and her breath hitched. She woke up gasping for air, again, like every other day now.

Chapter 1 Under the dark of the night , the woman struggled to sleep . Her legs were hanging on the wall and her head on the floor. Pain shot through all of her body , she felt limp laying down there . So many thoughts went through her head as she thought of all the stupid things that she had done . Never in her entire life did she think that she was going to be betrayed this way . The tears never stopped following out . This day brought a lot of memories that she didn’t want to think about and she hoped that she forgot , but she had no choice but to keep record of this day as It was the worst day of her life, but yet she couldn’t let this day go .

Myra felt disgusted, but the things waiting for her were far more horrendous than she had ever imagined. Can she even sleep tonight? ******************

Dexter’s smug smirk was another unwelcome visitor in my troubled dreams. The first rays of dawn were a cruel awakening, painting the grimy alleyway in shades of grey and highlighting my disheveled state. My body ached, my throat was raw, and the despair that had been a dull ache had sharpened into a piercing agony. I had nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.

Chapter 22 Alina's POV I couldn’t shake the chill that had taken root in my bones after that night of howls and monstrous charges. The events of yesterday—the mysterious markings, the ritual, the formation of cloaked figures, and the ferocious beast that attacked us—had left my mind racing and my heart pounding with a mix of terror and determination. Now, as dawn broke over the eastern forest, I found myself riding alongside Damien and our contingent of warriors toward the northern sanctuary. The air was heavy with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves seemed to whisper secrets of ancient curses and forgotten magic.

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** Dream Adea He told me he would be here, that’s what his letter had said. I didn’t look out the window, I felt defeated, instead, I dropped my chin and focused on the cold floors. The skirt was a royal blue that matched the ribbons. My fingers danced at the top of my skirt and my breath came out shuttered.