Little Nightmares 2 Oc Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Olivia whispered, her throat tight, tears blurring her vision as she pounded her fists against the barrier, screaming, "No! Please! Give him back!" But her cries were swallowed by the void. She was alone. Suddenly, everything went black. Olivia gasped as her eyes snapped open, her breath shallow and ragged. The nightmare still clung to her, the images vivid in her mind. She was shivering, cold sweat slicking her skin as she clutched the sheets beneath her. "Cade," she whispered, her heart lurching in her chest. Without thinking, Olivia threw the covers off and stumbled out of bed, her legs unsteady as she rushed to Cade’s room. Her mind raced, the fear from the nightmare blurring into realit

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.

Later in the night, after rejecting Olive's dad's offer of dinner, and laying beside Olive on her bed, Maddie slinked into a chain of disturbing nightmares. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵-𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 �

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

LUCIEN I am startled awake out of bed, sitting down and trying to calm my heartbeat in my chest. I look around the pitch-dark room before my easy fall to the bedside alarm clock. I sigh as I realise it is a few minutes past 2 am. I had fallen asleep only to be awakened by this nightmare. It had been years since I had had one. I had managed to keep away all of the triggers that caused them, but now that I had to talk to Nirelle about it, all of the memories I had thought I had overcome came flooding back.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

" As I was leaving the office room to go to my room, she, of course, kept her distance and remained a little lower in the room. My room was situated in close proximity to Lily's. I felt my chest start to burn as I heard her sobbing. My interest was piqued. I wanted to wait until I couldn't hear her talking before opening the door and going in. Listen, I overheard her screaming, and she said, "I wish I was dead, I wish I was dead, it is me, how would I know that my father was touching me?" I found her screaming after I eavesdropped on her, and I found her screaming after I found her. "How could I possibly know? When I woke up, I was a child. I had been sleeping."

It was just Tara. "Yes, Tara, come in," she called back, her voice trembling slightly but filled with relief. Cautiously, she unlatched the door and it creaked open, revealing Tara's concerned face which was highlighted by the dim glow of the hallway bulb. "River? What's wrong?" Tara asked, her voice filled with worry. "We heard screaming coming from your room." Shame almost turned River into a squirrel. "It was just a nightmare," she mumbled, stepping back to allow Tara into the room.

Nova!!! My mom’s voice cut through my sleep like a chainsaw. I groaned, rolled over, and cracked one eye open. Falling asleep last night had been a war I clearly lost, judging by the daylight seeping into my room. Nova!! she yelled again. “I’m up!” I shouted back. “I’m up!” “Then get ready!” she called. “Your brother’s threatening to leave without you.” Crap. Arnold never makes empty threats. He’ll leave me faster than background actors running from danger in a bad action movie.