Little Nightmares Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

"You're the one who sent me those naughty pictures. You better prepare yourself when I get back I'll lock you up in my bed for weeks." "Yeah, right?" I replied smiling at him. I lost track off time as we teased and talked about crazy stuff. We constantly talk over the phone for the next few days. My nightmares were back and it was getting worst. It would start from the part where I look for Stanley and me falling down from the castle's balcony. It was the same nightmare almost every day. Luckily, Liam was a good distraction. He always checks up on me and he even had flowers delivered every day. He's really sweet and I am falling for him.

I was not the only one struggling to sleep at night having nightmares. We were all having nightmares. This is not life.It is prison. I woke up soaked in sweat. I had another nightmare where Liam was trying to have sex with me but his face was rotten and smelly. I don't think his body is already decomposed. I couldn't stand the smell. I tried to run away as fast as I could but he kept on appearing in front of me. I tried to scream but I failed to scream.

༺RAYNE༻ Last night, I had a dream, a nightmare. I was tied to a crumbling, old throne in a dark, foggy room, with Liam and Vesper standing on opposite sides of me. They both had cruel smiles on their faces and they took turns whispering in my ears. “You'll never be mine,” Liam sneered over and over, clutching and tugging at my hair. Vesper, on the other hand, repeatedly caressed my arm and fondled my boobs. “You'll always be mine,” he chuckled.

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

I felt disappointed with myself. After the bindings being lifted I thought I’d feel free and empowered. But it was short lived and I just felt sad and exhausted. Brett had barely left my side and if he needed to, my parents, Jeremy, Louis or Lugh watched me. The nightmares came mainly at night where I was trying to reach Thomas down a corridor covered in smoke and flames but I could never get to him in time. I would then wake up sweating and gasping for breathe. I would then be hushed back to sleep or if Brett, cuddled. Brett walked in on Lugh cuddling me once and hit the roof. Lugh disappeared right in front of me, a trick he only seems to use when in life or death situations.

Without thinking he sank his teeth into his fathers' neck severing his jaguar vein. Destiny bolted upright in her bed, the girl's wail and her last seconds of life echoing in her head while sleep still clung to her mind. Clutching at her chest she tried to control her rapidly beating heart and panicked breathing. What was that? Who were those people? And Jake.......why was she having such nightmares about Jake?

I could see his blue eye shining in the darkness. "Go to sleep princess, your eyes are distracting," he mumbled softly and I grinned slightly and closed my eyes after telling him goodnight. That night I had a horrendous dream about Mystrel slaughtering and eating my entire family. He told me he loved me while chewing on my father's hand. I jumped up and screamed and Ash jumped off the couch and stood ready to fight. "I had a nightmare," I mumbled, still shaking. Ash rubbed his eyes and headed towards me, sensing my unease.

As Damon laid down back he murmured “not again pls” Lebotha was jarred awake by another nightmare, her heart pounding in her chest. The frightening images from her dream lingered in her mind - everything around her was dark and crumbling, and she was alone. She turned to see Damon sleeping soundly beside her, undisturbed by her abrupt awakening.

As the moon hung high over the forest, the rot began its work, weaving personalized nightmares designed to fracture the pack's unity. In their room, the Beta thrashed against the sheets, his brow furrowed in a cold sweat. He dreamed of a world where Ginny’s heartbeat suddenly went silent, his arms empty as the life he had built vanished into a void. Beside him, Ginny was trapped in a meta-nightmare; she dreamed that her entire reality—her love for Jax, her pregnancy, her home—was nothing but a cruel hallucination planted in her mind by Leela’s overwhelming power, a "fake life" designed to keep her from noticing Leela’s sudden departure.

Now she was lost in thought, remembering what horrible thing she had just seen. "Argh I saw Liam with another woman." And she grabbed the photo of the baby she had found, examining it closely. “Is it because of this photo that I have nightmares like that? But this baby doesn't even have a pendant like me, so why is my dream so weird? It even looks so real.” The sun was getting higher and stinging her cheeks from between the curtains in her room. Squinting, she drew the curtains tighter. She lay down again, anxiously gripping her. Now she doubted she wanted to stay in the Dark Forest pack and fulfill her responsibilities.