Little Nightmares Chapter 3 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 "

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

Contracted to the wrong Alpha Chapter 57 Lilia's Pov I woke up this morning very early, I couldn't sleep well last night as nightmares of absurd things happening to me were messing with my brain. I needed to take a shower, a little breakfast and train in the fields alone till I faced whatever it is that was about to befall me. But the moment I got up from my bed to go the restroom, the door barged open and my worst nightmare came Inside. Lee growled, my fingers balled Into a gust of fist and my eyes burned intact for spoiling it's sight with seeing such a person to automatically brand my day as bad luck.

"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

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

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.

“Sleep, Aria. When you wake, we make sure your nightmares don’t own you.” It’s such an odd promise that I nod without thinking. In bed, I stare at the ceiling for a long time. The city hums below. My chest aches. Eventually, I drift off. The nightmares come, as promised. I’m back in the hall, Liam’s voice echoing as he rejects me, the pack’s laughter swelling. Except this time, the pain doesn’t stop. It builds and builds until I’m sure my body will rip apart. I try to scream and no sound comes out.

Chapter 53 Whispers of the Unknown Fiona's POV The air was still, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears. I hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning all night with the same recurring dream. Dark figures lingered at the edges of my consciousness, their red eyes piercing through the shadows, always watching, always waiting. Every time I thought I could see their faces, I’d wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing, breath ragged.

The image of the child stayed sharp in her mind, and the whispers… they felt too real. By the third night, the dreams began to change. The moon in her vision cracked open like glass, and a dark mist poured out of it, wrapping around the child. When she jolted awake this time, she could still hear the faint echo — Draven’s name, carried on the air like a warning.