Living A Nightmare Novels & Stories

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

But I am sure it’s him, his voice too. And his eyes, god I’ve never seen such black eyes. And I have some very happy news too. The nightmares are back and are eating me alive; I don’t even have to sleep to get them. Sometimes I feel like I am suffocating, like there is no air, I can’t breathe sometimes, like I forget how to. My head hurts so much. I feel like dying, I want to die.

It was just that a shuddering nightmare fragmented his slumber in the earliest hours of darkness, waking him up, panting badly and sweating like he recently had a bath. The nightmare contained her. Lisa. He watched her getting tormented. Humiliated. Hurt. She was being dragged naked in his nightmare on the streets of her pack he never visited physically. Her skin was seen being defiled by the horny evil soldiers of her pack while Jeremy, that bastard she chose over him, stood next to his father in a high position watching everything unfold across his view cheerfully. He saw her tears. The pallid shade of her face and hollowness in her eyes. She was anything but alive.

I throw him off my body, shouting like my life depends on it. I wake up from the confusing nightmare, sweating profusely and I immediately switch on the lights. I look around the room and when I realise that I'm all alone, I sigh in relief then switch off the lights, pulling over the quilt and forcing myself to sleep. I can't wait for morning so that Brenda and her boyfriend can leave! I want this house all to myself, to do as I please! **** Finally it's morning!

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

She is not even close to her co-workers but she feels that they are adjusting to being with her so that is okay for her. When the afternoon came, they also closed. "Zera, is there something like this in the back of your apartment? I'm sorry, we need it because my son have a deceased from a ghost," said a lady who was their colleague at work. "Decease?" She asked. The lady look confuse but later found out why Zera didn't know this. "He bumped into a ghost or he hurt the thing that cannot be seen by ordinary person, so my son have many allergies," he said. Zera swallowed because of that.

She grabbed my shoulders shaking them. “What the actual hell Nia!” she screamed loud enough for the entire building or country to hear her. “Shhh.” I said placing a hand over her mouth. “We have neighbours.” I reminded her. “Fuck them.” She said practically bouncing in her seat. “Don’t get so excited. It’s been hell since.” I confessed. She stopped bouncing her expression turning dark. “Explain.” She urged.

Jess had reached out to her friend and tried to explain that Lucian was not to blame but she was in no fit state to listen to anyone trapped in her nightmares. Trina tried not to have any more nightmares, she took relaxing lavender scented baths before bed, tried hot milky drinks and even sleeping tablets. Nothing worked the nightmares got worse, she fought and screamed and begged cowering in the corner of the bedroom taking longer and longer to be shaken out of it. Then, the night before her appointment with the Psychiatrist, Caleb had to work late waiting for a conference call from China. Trina went to bed alone and the worst nightmare hit her, deeply asleep she fought her demons but then

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"