Little Nightmare 2 Novels & Stories

A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted. When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness.

Nia's POV I flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t. But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.

I woke up with a jolt from a weird nightmare. My forehead covered in beaded sweat and my armpits tingly from the sensation of the nightmare. My heart was beating fast and my head was pounding loudly with a headache. In the nightmare I had, there was a strange person who told me I would get a second chance. I couldn't see the face or the structure but I heard the beautiful and charming voice. The cold and vicious eyes of Leo from my nightmare still haunt me as I leave my bed. I looked around and noticed I was in my room. Few minutes ago, I thought I had died.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

But the uneasy mystery of who would target my room at such an ungodly hour lingered in the back of my mind, rattling my nerves. Exhausted and thoroughly unsettled, I pulled the comforter back over my shoulders, forcing my eyes shut as I tried to calm my racing pulse. When sleep finally reclaimed me, it offered no peace. I plunged directly into a dark, terrifying nightmare. I was standing in the middle of a vast, desolate field under a pitch-black sky, cold rain pouring over my skin. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet gave way. A shadowy, featureless figure emerged from the darkness behind me, extending a pair of cold, ruthless hands, and shoved me backward with violent force.

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

Lena was five years old when the nightmares started. Alina woke to her daughter’s screams echoing through the hall. She was moving before consciousness fully returned, Kaden right beside her through the bond. They found Lena sitting up in bed, golden light pulsing from her small hands. Her eyes were open but unfocused, seeing something that wasn’t there. “Lena, wake up,” Alina said, kneeling beside the bed. “Baby, it’s just a dream.” Lena’s eyes focused. The light faded. She threw herself into Alina’s arms, sobbing.

You don’t do that to yourself. You don’t tear yourself apart like that. Unless— The room felt smaller. My breath came shallow. A sick, crawling horror slithered down my spine. Unless Lena never crashed at all. Unless someone had made her believe she had. 22 LENA The nightmares were getting worse. I woke up gasping, clawing at my arms, the ghost of something sharp lingering against my skin. The sheets clung to me, damp with sweat. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.