Novel & Cerita Little Nightmares Chapters

CHAPTER 11: Start Anew Pyra’s POV: I gasped as my eyes snapped open. My heart raced within my chest as I struggled to breathe. I was drenched in sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs. “It was just a nightmare. Only a nightmare.” I chanted softly, trying to reassure myself to let go of my past, but the memories still lingered, haunting me with every step of progress I made. As I laid on my bed, I felt a presence in the room, scrutinizing my every movement.

NADINE My entire sleep was riddled with nightmares of a one-eyed wolf with thinning fur snarling fiercely at me. I was too shocked to move and kept screaming until it was dragged away by a huge wolf and flung into the darkness. The nightmare kept replaying over and over and I had no idea when it stopped.

He didn’t come closer, just settled back into the chair, eyes never leaving my face. We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. His presence was enough to remind me I wasn’t in a Bloodthorn cell or a witch’s circle. This was my room. My walls. My bed. Eventually, my heartbeat slowed. At some point, I drifted off again. The nightmares came back in flickers over the next few days. Sometimes, it was the auction hall. Sometimes, the market. Sometimes, the web’s black dome closing overhead. I’d jolt awake with my fingers clawing at my own skin, breath heaving, the phantom bite of metal tightening around bone.

I had nightmares in the first few years, but they faded as I got into high school. Finally, my thoughts drift to my mom and dad as they get up to grab the last glass of orange juice from the fridge. I sigh and say, “Spot, we need to go to the store tomorrow before work, buddy.” I grab some water for him and head to my room. Exhaustion finally catches up with me. I take a few sips of the cold juice, place it on the nightstand, and drift off to sleep. Once again, nightmares take over, but this time, it’s not just mom there; Luciano is also present.

--- **Chapter 15** **Vincent’s POV** The night was oppressively still, yet my mind was anything but. Shadows danced behind my closed eyelids, coalescing into the stern visage of my father. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into mine as he reminded me of the solemn promise I had made: to marry Lilian, to uphold the family's honor. The dream felt so vivid, so real, that when I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounded as if I had just faced him in the flesh.

He chuckled bitterly as he shook his head, "I wake up sweating. I have nightmares that haunt me so much that I'm afraid of going back to sleep again. I don't have a single good memory that would make me want to love my life." Tbc… Follow me @chantinglove138 for more details on the book on I G:)

Amelia slid under the heavy duvet on the left side, pulling the blankets up to her chin. I turned off the bedside lamp and laid down on the right side. The darkness usually brought me peace, yet tonight it only gave my brain too much space to think. I closed my eyes and tried to force my mind to shut down. The physical exhaustion eventually dragged me under, pulling me into a deep, restless sleep. The nightmares started almost the second I lost consciousness. I was no longer lying in my comfortable bed. I was standing on the cold concrete driveway of my childhood home, watching the rival crew raise their weapons toward my parents. The harsh crack of gunfire echoed in my ears.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

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.

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.