Little Nightmares 2 Oc Novels & Stories

The Nightmares are back again, I sniffed and wrapped the duvet around me before stepping down the bed. Bed..... Wait..., Who dropped me on the bed? How come? I remembered I slept on the floor. I bit my lips gently and tried walking away, Then, Maynard entered. He led me back to the bed and I smiled. " Is there a problem? "I asked gently not knowing what to say and he nodded. " You were having nightmares, It's not night yet, But it seems something is haunting you so I have to take you to the bed " " Oh..., not really, There's nothing hunting me, I just feel a little bit tired "

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

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.

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."

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

"J- Just a dream! It was- just a dream. A dream." I closed my eyes, resting my head on the headrest but they opened instantly as I remembered something else. "Kids!" I quickly checked the crib, and sure enough Aaron was sleeping peacefully, before leaving the room to check on Oli in her room. Her room was still lit up because she hated darkness. I quietly made my way inside and she was still on her bed. I went to her bed and sat down on it. It's been a week since her birthday and ever since it my nightmares are back. I haven't had them since two years ago.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

Liora's POV The nightmares started three nights after the training room attack. At first, they were quiet — soft whimpers in the dark, Alora tossing and turning in her sleep. But by the fourth night, they had become full-blown terrors that tore through the silence of the mansion like shattered glass. “Mommy! No! Don’t take me!” Her scream ripped through the room at 2:47 AM. I bolted upright, heart exploding in my chest, and pulled her into my arms before she could thrash herself off the bed.

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."