I M Your Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

“Yeah you did, but I still had the nightmares even though you were there,” I countered. Jake flinched and nodded, probably at the memory of me screaming the house down in his bed. “I’ve only had a few nightmares since then, the only times I ever have them is when Liam’s not there. Like if he’s on vacation or something,” I explained, looking at Jake, watching as understanding shot across his face. We were all silent for a while. Liam was stroking the back of my hand; Jake was just staring at the floor.

It was always the same stupid sentence. There was nothing surprising about that girl and the truth - to my sadness and agony -, was that she would never exist, because she was created to be monotonous, boring, ordinary and mediocre. Then, among all the possibilities I had already explored - for long 8 times -, I just smiled and with the fangs showing and the eyes shining in crimson, I hissed. "I’m your worst nightmare... sweetie."

I locked myself in my room and sank onto the edge of the bed, pressing my hands over my mouth to muffle the ugly sounds spilling from my throat. My palm still ached from that hard slap I’d given him but it was nothing compared to the sick feeling twisting in my stomach. My worst nightmare was manifesting right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to save myself if it didn’t involve bowing to the whims of the very person who was the architect of those nightmares. My phone buzzed with Mae’s name lighting up the screen. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking.

Asshole, dickhead, I even tried to bait him into a fight at one point. Any time I tried to sleep, I would scream myself awake from nightmares that were far worse than my waking moments. I had hoped for some peace as I slept, but the nightmares plagued my sleep as though I truly did deserve to be punished. I wasn't sure if anyone could hear my horrified screams, but if they could, no one came to my rescue, My stomach began to rumble and I wondered how long it had been since I last ate any food. I heard some noise coming from the top of the stairs and I began to contemplate what I would call Alpha Killian next.

Ivory's pov The clock ticked relentlessly, pulling me from the depths of a restless slumber. I fumbled to silence the alarm, "Just a few more minutes," I mumbled to myself. I can't help it. Last night had been a nightmare, the shadows of my past still clung to me like a heavy fog. Memories crept into my dreams, vivid terrorizing and haunting me. I woke up gasping, heart racing, drenched in sweat. I fought to escape the nightmare. Crying, begging. It felt so real. Each moment was a reminder of what I couldn't shake off.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

It was raining heavily on that day. Yohan and I were on the highway. Someone called him, and I could hear the voice on the other end clearly. "A group of debt collectors are heading to the Walker residence to cause trouble. They're going after Ms. Walker now." Yohan turned and glanced at me. I knew he wasn't asking for my permission—he was informing me that he would be heading to the Walker residence to look for Emily. We were currently heading in the opposite direction of the Walker residence.

Stella, "Kai, you look incredibly handsome tonight... I can't believe how fortunate I am to have someone like you interested in me. My mind is in such disarray that I can no longer distinguish between what's real and what's just my imagination. I keep seeing that awful person everywhere, even when they're not actually there, and my nightmares are becoming increasingly worse. Lately, I find myself crying more than I smile. All I want is for this nightmare to end so I can move forward with my life and regain a sense of normalcy as a teenager again."

I didn’t have any responsibility today so calling it a lazy day and relaxing shouldn’t be an issue. After my shower, I poured myself a stiff drink and quickly knocked it back. The liquid burned my throat on the way down, but this didn’t faze me anymore. I turned on the TV and propped myself against the headboard of my bed. Flipping through the channels I stopped on one of those teen wolf shows that all the girls were so crazy over. It didn’t take me long to roll my eyes at the characters. If only they knew what it was all really like… my mind drifted back to Harper. What if she is my mate? “Then you have left her with that player of a best friend of yours to flirt with as much as he wants. I

Christine broke down into tears as she shouted, "You played me like a fool! You destroyed our entire family! You're a curse! A wolf in sheep's clothing! Why don't you just go to hell?" Amber stumbled backward from the blow and finally collapsed amid the wreckage, completely stunned. She stared at the two people who once adored her. They looked as if they wanted to rip her to shreds. Only then did she realize that everything she thought she had had been nothing more than an illusion. … Sitting across from me, Giselle marvelled as she munched on some nuts. "Maisie, that move was brutal. Watching them turn on each other is much more exciting than any blockbuster film!"