Little Nightmares Fanfic Novels & Stories

“The one that got you so worked up.” “Natalia—” “Tell me.” I nipped at the sensitive spot just below his ear, and he shuddered beneath me. “It started as a nightmare,” he said, his breathing already growing ragged. “The same one I always have. About the accident, about losing you. But then it changed.” His words made my heart clench. Had he truly had nightmares about me for five years? Nightmares that made him call my name out in his sleep, just as I suffered from ones that had me jolting awake in the night, coated in cold sweat and unable to breathe?

she tells me sadly, “Sebastian was chasing me through the forest, and eventually he caught me. That was the first one.” “There was more than one,” I ask her, “My love, I am so sorry. Why didn’t you wake me?” “Because you looked so peaceful,” she tells me, “And I didn’t want to ruin your night. And I thought I could handle it myself. But then I had the second one, which was even worse.” That my Luna is having nightmares at all about this, including even worse nightmares than the first one, makes me furious all over again at that bastard.

Late at night, I woke up from a vivid and lengthy nightmare. In this dream, I experienced a surreal fall through an abyss of darkness, where fragmented rays of light swirled around me. Amidst this chaotic setting, I heard Jayce professing his love for Morgana, while Morgana's unsettling laughter echoed in the background. I labored to rise, the late night enshrouding me. My heart lay heavy, a burden of stone, suffocating my breath. Without knowing how much time passed, I turned off my cell phone and drove aimlessly through the city until I arrived at a lavishly decorated bar.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

Nia's POV I flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t. But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

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."

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.

Even after the moon waned and night turned to day, I continued to bite my nail, waiting for news from my mate but as the hours went by and I heard nothing, my anticipation and anxiety continued to mount. “I’m sure he is fine,” Beth said. “You should rest, Channy. Think of your baby.” Despite my mind being alert, I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was tired so I let her lead me to the only room in the sanctuary and coax me to sleep. With time, I could not keep my eyes open and the nightmares started. I had terrible nightmares on repeat. It was either I died or my mate died. In every dream where I died, I saw Dahlia towering above me, her eyes filled with malice as she stabbed into my stoma