Gorgeous Nightmare Novels & Stories

44 ANNALISE I woke up gasping for breath, my heart racing as if I had been running for hours. The nightmare again. The same one that had haunted my sleep for as long as I could remember. But this time, the faces were clearer, the betrayal more vivid. A name lingered on my lips—Spencer—though I couldn’t recall why. My body trembled, drenched in sweat, as I tried to piece together the fragments of what I had just seen.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

She must be with her best friend, Tawny. Unfortunately, my sleep is not very restful. This time I don’t dream about a gorgeous man with beautiful golden hair and rich amber eyes. No, it’s the same nightmare as before. This time I’m not in my bed. I’m out on the street, and I’m running from the glowing mist. I dream of it catching me and clawing me until my body is nearly in shreds. Even in sleep, I can feel the life draining out of me. I look at my dying body to see my lifeblood being drained. Terror and fascination fuse in my mind as I watch my blood turn into a pulsating red and black light while it streams out of my body. In my dream, I try to pull my failing body away from this soul-suck

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

Now she was unrecognizable. “How did you even get into this restaurant?” Marnie went on. “Did you use my son’s money? So you’re not just crippled and useless—you’re a gold digger too? Is this what he worked so hard for? So you could eat and sleep in places you don’t deserve?” Marnie’s words tore at every raw place inside me. But I didn’t look at her. I kept my eyes on Caelen, searching his face for anything—guilt, shame, even the smallest trace of decency.

--- --- --- 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.

I want him to know that I will not be in any danger again because we will both protect each other. “Being with you means accepting the fact that I will constantly be facing nightmares and I am fine with that.” I lifted my head and stared at his eyes. “You can call me crazy but those nightmares enticed me into entering your whole life.” “Asper…” I smiled. “I love you, Caspian Jyn.” I caressed his cheeks. “And I am ready to face any kind of nightmare just to be with you.” “But…”

My stomach gave another loud growl, echoing sharply in the quiet room and reminding me that despite holding access to otherworldly technology, I still needed to eat. In an opulent penthouse suite on the other side of East Haven, perched high above the urban sprawling grid in a tower of tempered glass and burnished steel, a man lay twisting violently across his massive, silk-sheeted mattress, drenched in a heavy cold sweat. His brow was furrowed in profound agony, the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching as his lips moved frantically, formulating silent screams as he fought against the paralyzing weight of a terrifying, recurring nightmare.

My eyes shut tightly. The nights that I sleep next to him, my nightmares disappear but without him by my side, I’m sure they’ll creep back. As expected, I break out of my blood-curdling nightmare in the middle of the night. I pant uncontrollably as I sit upright. The bed sheets were drenched in sweat. I chug down a glass of water lying next to me. “Why am I so ugly?!” I hear a girl’s voice loud and clear. I follow the sounds.