I M Your Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

Sleep might come to offer a brief escape, but it would not last long before the nightmares returned. I shivered and exhaled a long, frustrated sigh, burying my face in my hands. Ahhh, damn you, evil! I hat e you for choosing me! May you trip over your own mouth!

Sienna We all have big dreams—visions that we hope will change our lives forever. But we also have nightmares, and those can be just as transformative. I’m living in my nightmare right now. Each day, I wake up wondering what disaster is waiting for me. Ever since I stood at the altar and said "I do," my life has been a catastrophe. And it’s a reality I have to endure.

I reasoned I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today Coupled with my workers and the nightmare Everything is not going too well

Audrey shook her head in the negative, her fears, no, her worst nightmares, and that which she only saw in her dream in the middle of the night was slowly becoming her reality. She was fucking getting miserable by the day.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

"You said something me imagining you as my nightmare. I was just thinking. What was it?" He tensed underneath me, but nevertheless, answered, "Just I can't handle me as him. It'll break me in thousand pieces, or even worse, ruin me." I kept on a smile even though I was breaking inside. "It's like you being afraid of me. I can't handle it. Everyone has some limits. It's mine. I'm supposed to protect you, not make you afraid." He settled his gaze on me. "Imagine I have this nightmare that haunts me day and night and then I imagine you're that nightmare. It'll be like you're haunting me, day and night. What would happen to you?"

“Urgh. Just one woman Mavey. Besides, you need to explore. Variety is the spice of living you know. Just the other day I ran into this hot Puerto-Rican chic and when I tell you that the sex-“ I flung a pillow at him, cutting him off midsentence. “I don’t want to hear your sex escapade adventures.” ~~~ ‘You will never find anyone else Maverick. I am the woman for you. I am the ONLY one for you. You will never find anyone who loves you than me.’ ‘Daddy, daddy you killed me.’ I awoke with a gasp, beads of sweats framing my forehead and chest. Nighttime was always the worst for me. The nightmares were stagnant. Sometimes I wouldn’t get any for days, other times they wouldn’t stop for months.

Thoughts raced through my mind, but I couldn't find any answers. “Go to sleep my love, we can talk about this later” As the sound of that familiar voice reached my ears, a surge of fear coursed through my veins. Even if I heard it in my dream, I knew exactly who it belonged to Jake, the person I once loved with all my heart, but who had turned into my worst enemy. The betrayal and pain I had experienced at his hands echoed in my mind, intensifying my fear. At that moment, I felt like my worst nightmare had come to life. Jake, the Bastard who had single-handedly shattered my world, had somehow found his way back into my life. The memories of his lies and deceit flooded my thoughts, leaving me

“It’s okay, buddy. You’re safe. It was just a dream.” “But what if it wasn’t a dream? What if Mia really can’t hear me calling for her?” I pulled Ivan into my lap, feeling how his small body shook against mine. These nightmares were getting worse, not better, and his distress went far beyond normal childhood fears. “Ivan, tell me about the dream.” “We were in a big dark place, like a forest, and I could hear Mia crying somewhere but I couldn’t see her. I kept yelling ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry!’ but she couldn’t hear me because the wind was too loud.”

Elle POV. “Tell me a story” I whisper over the phone, tonight was one of the worst nights ever, I had several nightmares back to back, I woke more than once but I managed to get back to sleep, but the last one was very bad. I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness.