Dreamswap Nightmare Novels & Stories

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

Cradling Mocha close to herself, she closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep. The sound of the door opening alerted her, and she turned around to look at the person who had entered the room. It was Alexander, and he was observing her. For a few minutes, they bitched and stared at each other. “I wanted to check if you were alright.” He muttered. “Go away!” She yelled. “I want to sleep.” “You are drunk.” Alexander muttered. “That’s no way to sleep on a bed.”

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

My meals were delivered to my room, and after eating in solitude, I went to bed and drifted off to sleep. My nightmares returned to torment me, the same haunting dreams with no apparent escape. This time, they were more terrifying, and I woke up several times drenched in sweat. I had to force myself to fall back asleep to get some rest for the following day. However, it seemed that rest wouldn't come easy. ★★★★★★★ JAROD'S POV

Alpha Ortega Damon I sprang up on the bed panting heavily, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. I look at the time and saw it was 12:30 am which means I have only slept for thirty minutes before having this nightmare I growled in anger and climbed down from the bed. I walked to my window and stood with my two hands crossed behind my back. This nightmare has been haunting me for the past twenty-six years. I never had a good sleep for twenty-six years, my past haunts me like a prey

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

said before closing the door behind him. I nodded, and forced a smile. The last statement was unnecessary, but I guess he wanted to have one last glance before leaving. He seemed really concerned, and I didn't understand why. After that night he tried to sleep with me, thongs had been really rough with us, or sometimes just unusually too quiet. Finally, we were both alone in my room. Jessica turned to me, her eyes filled with concern. She took my hand and led me to the bed, where we both sat down. "What happened, Tyla?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I had a nightmare," I said, my voice shaking. "But it's not just that. I've been having these

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

EVE The nightmares started two weeks after I woke up. Not every night. Just often enough to disrupt everything. I'd dream of children dying while I stood frozen, unable to help. Or I'd dream of Circe dissolving into light, screaming my name. Or worst of all, I'd dream of Lucia lying in that medical bed, empty eyed and hollow, while I felt nothing. "You're having another one," Adam said the fourth time I woke up gasping. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.