Little Nightmares Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And the scent of her arousal did things to my brain I'm not proud of—I immediately pictured myself lifting her onto my cock to let her ride me until reaching her climax. "Oh, that's so good..." Maya moans in her sleep, probably dreaming about devouring chicken, and my dick responds by twitching. And then, three seconds later, I'm mad at myself and thanking the lord that Maya is fast asleep because my cock is hard as a pole. I sigh heavily. "You're a fucking mess, Finn..." I close my eyes and try to get comfortable against the wall. Shortly after, a nightmare crawls into my brain. I see Beatrice's smile turn into a wicked grin, and then I'm falling through endless darkness. Only this time, a

Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance. But no amount of training kept the nightmares away. Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin. And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat. And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will. He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

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

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

I said, wiggling my brows. “No, I’m fine,” she murmured as she flushed away all traces of sleep from her face. “Suit yourself. I will keep the bedroom door unlocked if you change your mind.” Saying, I strode toward the bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and settled under the cover. Eventually, I fell into an uneasy sleep as always. My nightmares have never allowed me a night of restful sleep. “It’s your turn, Nico,” he announced. I whimpered. I cannot do this. No. Please No.

“Were we in a bedroom unfamiliar to you, with me getting ready at a vanity? Wearing the same clothes from Logan’s wedding? Did I grab your tie, and we kissed? Did I tell you ravage me but then freak out? Then did I say cruel things about you not being Nigel and not wanting you?” “I.. um yeah. I’ve been having that nightmare for a week. I figured it was my subconscious trying to make me work through my inferiority issues about comparisons to Nigel, your first love, and this all-around amazing guy with a wolf. In comparison, I’m just a grease monkey rancher human. So, you’ve been having the same one?” Alex blinked. “Yes. I’ve had that dream for a long time. Only recently did it include Nigel m

scandalized and horrified—I found it amusing. I smirked and leaned in, my voice low. “You don’t remember our wild night?” All the blood drained from her face.. The next second she screamed, flung herself out of the bed, and bolted for the door. I didn’t even try to stop her. I found myself chuckling and stopped myself immediately. That did not just happen. My mind drifted to how she was moments ago. Does she have nightmares too? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair. I understood her completely, as nightmares have wrecked me to the point I couldn’t sleep anymore. It looked like she had it worse.

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."

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.

“Let me go, you evil woman!” “Evil? Your mother is the evil one” Pamela laughed hysterically, “Perhaps, she had placed a spell to make your father fell in love with her. Hear this boy. Nikolai loves me. Once you are gone, I will make sure your mother would blame him for not protecting you. They will separate. And then, I will be his love again. I will be his Luna. I will be his wife” “You are crazy. Let me go. Let Crystal go!” Teddy then bit Pamela’s hand and got free from her hold. He then ran towards Crystal and kicked the man who was tying her little hands to a pole above her head.