Little Nightmares Seven Novels & Stories

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

“Now, my little monsters, we have to be good today. Mommy and I need to rest. Since you didn’t sleep well last night, neither did we, and mommy is not a morning person, to begin with. You will find that out soon enough.” “Mitsuhide.” Kit said as she gave him a look that made him want to laugh again. “I didn’t lie.” Mitsuhide said as he locked eyes with her, “You are not a morning person, my love.” “Come lay down.” She said as she turned on the television, and they flipped as far away from the news channels as they could. She didn’t care what was on. This was a family bonding day. She heard her phone go off in the other room but didn’t care enough to go get it.

I cried for a long time before I slowly calmed down. That night, I slept in my old room. For the first time in a long while, I felt safe. I slept deeply, without a single dream. Early the next morning, just after I finished washing up, my phone rang.

Elena POV Warm arms wrapped around my naked back, pulling me closer to an even warmer chest as I jerked awake for the third time in a row this week. I marked a mental note, ‘seven.’ Since I started counting, it was exactly the seventh time I’d had the same nightmare. “What is it?” Draven’s voice was husky with sleep and his warm breath fanned the back of my neck, “another nightmare?” “Yes,” I breathed out shakily, letting his closeness comfort me.

the night was young and long, she stared at the ceiling until she was consumed in her fantasy world. "Rabella, Ra" Zoe calls out in her sleep, she seems to be having a nightmare as she sweats profusely turning her head left and right...Her mum was quick to rush in as she shakes on her to wake her up while calling on her name...Zoe opens her eyes as fear hovers all over her face..." it's ok honey, mummy is here" her mother hums soothingly as she strokes on her hair. After a while of comfort, Zoe finally settled down and immediately slept off again ...

The roses explode in the square with petals raining like blood, and I come with him to squirt so hard it splashes his chest while piss and cream mix in a filthy flood that soaks us both and drips down the glass for the village to see. He stays buried deep with his cock twitching and tail still in my mouth, and he holds me with arms trembling while his forehead presses to mine. “Night six,” he pants in a thick voice. “One more, and you’re mine—body, soul, every filthy inch. Let them watch their saint become my eternal whore.” Night Seven Dawn creeps through the curtains in a soft and golden light while my brother’s laughter echoes from downstairs strong, alive, and whole. The pact ends. Seven

I woke, hours later, to Kitty screaming and crying in her sleep. "It's okay. I'm here. It's me, Craig. You're safe." I said, pulling her close so she can see my face. She woke up and looked at me in the dark. "Craig?" she asked as my door crashed open to reveal Dad and Clay standing there with Mom behind them. "Everything is fine. She just had a nightmare." I told them. Dad and Mom looked relieved but Clay looked pissed. "I'm so sorry." Kitty said through her tears.

Having a nightmare inside a nightmare? I sighed, looking towards the window, it was still night time. I slowly laid back down on the bed. Auren had been missing for seven days and now I'm having a nightmare like this?. I ran a hand through my hair and forced myself to go back to sleep. **** The next morning, I sat alone in the large hall of the pack house. The sun had already set, and the shadows made the corners of the room feel colder than they should. My elbows rested on my knees as I leaned forward, staring at the ground. My mind was full, the nightmare was still fresh in my mind, no matter how I tried to push it to the back of my mind.

His mother told me he had been having these nightmares for a while. “No, they’re scary,” he said softly, clutching his mother’s arm and hiding his face. I sighed. I didn’t have luck with these kids. This wasn’t just our first interview. Graham and the others had already spoken to plenty of kids in the area, but they weren’t very talkative. They were terrible at explaining their dreams, which made sense since they were basically babies. Even the seven-year-olds couldn’t string words together. I could tell it was either from the sickness or the curse. Could’ve been anything.