Little Nightmares The Lady's Face Novels & Stories

Nicholas looked at the woman in front of him, his body carrying a cold aura, and his small face was red from being blown by the cold wind. "You didn't sleep all night?" He looked at her. "I slept, but I woke up from a nightmare!" She looked at him, the bright crystal lights forming rings of light behind her head, hiding her face in the backlight, making it difficult to see her expression. "What kind of nightmare?" He asked. "I dreamt that you had tried to kill me by throwing me out of the window!" She answered truthfully. "Are you afraid that I would really do such a thing?" Upon hearing this, Nicholas laughed loudly, his long fingers lightly caressing her cheeks, bringing a sense of warmth

my throat stung with dryness, and I knew I was probably screaming out loud. my nightmares have always been an issue. I used to get beaten for screaming from my sleep and waking everyone up in the middle of the night by Mr Hill and Lydia. In Mrs Taylor's House, she helped me with a drink that helped me sleep deeply. those were the only nights I didn't suffer from nightmares. Every night, I'm chased by something. Lydia. Dead Mrs Hill. Dead and burnt people. Fiona. A rotten skeleton. Rogues. Faceless people. Now the assholes that locked me up here.

In her dreams, faces morphed and twisted - Tarlose's cruel laugh, scissors snipping her hair, Matthew's predatory smile, lipstick smearing across her cheeks. Her legs tangled in the sheets as she thrashed. The nightmare gripped her, dragging her deeper. Hands grabbed at her, pulling, tearing. Her wolf howled inside her mind. A scream ripped from her throat, echoing through the mansion's halls. Her body jerked upright, chest heaving as she clawed at the darkness. The door burst open. Matthew reached her first, bare-chested in sleep pants. Aiden appeared seconds later, hair mussed from sleep. "Shh, you're safe." Aiden's warm hand cupped her face, thumbing away tears she hadn't realized were fa

The girl’s green eyes locked onto hers, wide with terror, as the darkness swallowed her whole. And then, silence. --- Vivi woke with a start, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The room was dark, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains casting long shadows across the walls. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her skin was damp with sweat despite the cool night air. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The vivid images of the dream clung to her like cobwebs, the child’s cries echoing in her ears.

Her pretty eyes scanned my face. “I'm good, sweetie.” I stroked her cheeks. “Do mama a favor, honey.” Seeing her keen interest, I continued. “Tonight, if you ever need help or get a nightmare, meet Lady Lucia.” Her big eyeballs rolled in their sockets. “You don't want me anymore?” “No. No, honey.” I cupped her chin. “It's just that mummy may be a little busy tonight,” I blushed hard. “And she may need some privacy.”

Then another nightmare hit me. I was standing in a white room. Everything around me was empty. Then she appeared. The woman from my first nightmare. Maledicta. She smiled. “You lived.” I couldn't move. “Good.” She stepped closer. “I need your blood.” I woke up screaming. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. The doors burst open. Lucien and Kiran entered at the same time. Then they saw each other. Both growled. I stared at them. “Can you two stop?”

The faint moonlight streaming through the curtains did little to calm her racing heart. Her heart pounded as she gasped for air. The room was dark and quiet, but the remnants of the nightmare lingered like a thick fog. Ella pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow. “Lila…” she whispered shakily. Her wolf stirred, her voice calm but laced with concern. “I’m here, Ella. Another nightmare?” Ella buried her face in her hands, nodding. “It’s always the same. The beast, the blood, the war… it feels so real.”

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

this dream, she had these decaying teeth, so disgusting, when she opened her mouth I saw maggots crawling in her mouth. The woman came with a mirror in her hand she was laughing at me, when she got to me, she showed the mirror to my face, now what I saw in the mirror was so scary, instead of seeing the beautiful and graceful me, I saw a very huge fish as me, when I saw this, I tried to cry but all I could hear was a shrill sound. The woman dropped the mirror on the ground and left as she laughed at me. Now my fear increased, I tried to escape from the place, but all my efforts came to null and void. As I struggled to escape, I saw another woman, this one was very old and I cannot recognize