Living A Nightmare Novels & Stories

I clenched my fists until my knuckles ached and stormed toward the house. Dorian Keene. Even in your sleep, you’ll see me. Because I will be the nightmare that haunts you, the way you’ve haunted me all these years. And where better to do that than when the prey comes walking into the Lion's den.

No one gets to even breathe the same air as her again. I really have to get to work but I can’t fathom waking her up right now. I want to have her again this morning. I wonder if she would be open to it…. Ally POV I slept with an engaged man. I am definitely going to hell. I cannot believe I did that. What in the actual fuck was I thinking? I have to get home.

What is the essence of living when you’re supposed to be dead? He managed to drag me out of the house and I knelt on the floor, weeping as I watched my parent’s body burn to ashes. “Mom! Dad! Moom!!!” I screamed and opened my eyes. Tears were rolling down my cheek as sweat covered my whole body. It was a nightmare, only that this nightmare had happened two years ago and ever since then my life has become terrible. “What’s wrong with her?” “Is she insane? How dare she interrupt our sleep” I heard mutters and saw hateful glares from my fellow maids.

However, little did he know that his actions would soon catch up with him, and the truth would be revealed to the world. He forgot about Racheal and started sleeping around with ladies. As Peter tried to carry on with his life, the guilt he felt for his wife's death began to consume him. Every night he had nightmares about the accident, and every day he felt like he was being watched by the police. He began to drink heavily, hoping to numb the pain and forget about what he had done. However, his excessive drinking only made things worse. He started to become paranoid and thought that he was seeing his wife's ghost everywhere he went. He would hear her voice whispering to him in the night, ta

“I had a really scary nightmare last night.” Her words piqued Lucien and Lysander’s interest, and everyone was looking at her now. “A scary nightmare?” I repeated, my own chest slamming. If the ever-courageous Scarlett could get really scared by a dream, then it meant that it must be something really serious. “Can you share it with us?” “Of course. The nightmare is not really clear, so we will have to figure out the meaning together. In the nightmare, I saw thousands of people throwing raw eggs at the three of you. They were saying incoherent words.”

"Hush, Aida! We don't know how deep she lost consciousness when she passed out." Nathan gets close and holds the smelling salt underneath Madeline's nose, she inhales and starts coughing, eyes still wide with shock as she tries to come around. "What - what happened to me? My head feels awful. I fell and broke the plates, didn't I?" she sputters. "We think it's just stress, honey. You blacked out a little right there. Nothing serious at all," Aida soothes. "It's okay, darling. You're alright now," Nathan also croons as he secretly shares a knowing look with his wife. It certainly won't be long now and they smile at each other.

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.

Emily. Sometimes you have everything in life and have nothing to worry about, but that’s bullshit. There’s always something deep down that always keeps you awake at night even when you try to act fine in front of other people. That worry is your nightmare and that nightmare haunts you every single night of your fucking life. Ian is my nightmare.

Leo knew he's that monster. He's like a nightmare and a bad memory she wanna get rid of so badly. He's tormenting her and making life not so worth living for her...unbearable even. He's a nightmare and somehow, she knows she's surely gonna wake up from it someday, maybe that day was closeby or maybe it was here already. She thought about it all as she stared at Dimitri and then Leo

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *