Little Nightmares 2 Comic Novels & Stories

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

He would disagree with her plans. She must leave secretly. Suddenly, a soft voice spoke. "Mommy!" Larissa turned around to see Vincent pattering his way toward her. He reached out and hugged her. "Mommy, I had a nightmare. It was the red-eyed guy again. He's so mean! He did many bad things. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. I almost cried!" Larissa patted him and looked at his eyes, which were now black again. She said softly, "Don't be scared. I have an idea already."

Lucas sighed heavily, his troubled expression visible to his beta, Torrez. They sat together in Lucas's study, surrounded by shelves lined with books and papers scattered across the desk. Lucas fidgeted with a pen, his thoughts still consumed by the haunting nightmares that plagued his sleep. "Torrez, these dreams... they feel different," he confessed, his voice tinged with a touch of unease. "They're more than just anxiety about my new role as alpha. There's something... foreboding about them."

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."

Leoric was an option but these days he didn't have time for his family let alone me, he had been so busy. I needed to go to that room in real life to confirm what exactly it was. I shouldn't be living a life of fantasies. Many questions that had no answers sway around my head. The first nightmare I had about this situation, the room was very beautiful and the woman was laying on the bed, like some one who was about to give up the ghost. Another time I had this nightmare, the room was very dingy with imaginative objects that could scare one to death, the woman was laying on the ground, bleeding from the mouth, she was trying to tell me something but in that nightmare, I was so terrified that

After he closed the door, he did not head out again. He took a short rest. After all, he was still a human, not a robot, so he could not work the entire day without rest. However, once he closed his eyes, he started to have nightmares. He dreamed that Hilda and Luna were in an accident and the ambulance picked up both of them, who were covered in blood. In the dream, he howled as he ran behind the ambulance for a long time, but it showed no signs of stopping. On top of that, the ambulance even howled, "Meeeeeeooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!"

Queen Maxine I shoot up from my bed panting and sweating like crazy, I've been having the same horrible nightmare for about a week now and I really have no idea what to make of it, my mates voice makes me jump [[ nightmare again? ]] I yelp in surprise [[ it's okay baby, it's only me, and you're safe, you and the pups are all safe here with me, money back guarentee! ]] that statement makes me chuckle lightly knowing he's using a line from my Luna.

She tilted her head around, her eyes holding so many questions. Damn! That was what I got for buying a 200-million-dollar bungalow. Her eyes thin out as her curiosity spread, and I let out a dry laugh. “Of course. My company…gave me. You know as the best employee of the month.” I lied between clenched teeth. “Right, Mr Henry?” I threw at him. “Pardon!” He let out, my cold stare threatening to pull out his soul. “Yes. Yes, Master, Sir…” His words trailed off after I eyed him.

Fifteen minutes wouldn’t kill anyone. Kit walked down the hallways of the now-dead quiet building. The tan walls lined with art pieces were comforting in a way. Kit could see why people came here to get the help they needed to be able to sleep correctly again. Kit hoped that she would be able to sleep again after she did this. It had been so long that the idea of sleep had become foreign. Something she had to do but never long enough. Never to dream and wake up refreshed. Never to wake up and be happy. The tug was too much on her heart. The pain had to go away.

“Arnold?! What the actual hell?! Why are you sitting in the dark like a serial killer?!” He stood up and casually flipped the light on like he wasn’t just giving me a heart attack. “Relax. I fell asleep here, so I turned the lights off. You just woke me up with your dramatic-ass door slam.” “It wasn’t that loud,” I shot back. “Well, it woke me up. So yeah, it kinda was. Might as well lodge a noise complaint.” I rolled my eyes and brushed past him. “Not the time, Arnold.” “Waitttt—” he called out.