Living A Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Too bad I'm not living a dream, I'm living a nightmare, and in my nightmare I desperately want to erase you from this world." "That's too bad. Not even in your nightmare would you be able to lay a finger on me, at least not if I don't want you to. None in this world are equal to me in strength. As you've seen earlier, I can seize time for as long as I want."

“Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly symbolic. The only time Dannie stopped having nightmares was when she was away from home. It was the negative energy thrown at her in this place,

The day that you've thought about often, but never quite like this . I'd imagined a heart attack. A stroke. Choking on my own vomit. With a random stranger's hands wrapped tightly around my throat as my coke-addled veins screamed not for life, but for just one more hit, just a bump of powder, just a little one, anything, please fuck, I'll do anything, please. I never imagined I'd be standing in the living room of an apartment that existed in an underworld dimension, created by a demon, who was about to hand me over to another demon to honour a centuries-old debt. I mean, because what the actual fuck , right?

“Jules called to tell us you guys would be a few minutes late because you were having a bad nightmare. Are you sure you're alright?” The whole time I was there, I didn't even think about Jules. In fact, I don't even think I saw her. I nodded, not making eye contact. “Yeah, my life just feels like a broken nightmare right now. And what's worse? There's not a single thing I can do about it.”

Asshole, dickhead, I even tried to bait him into a fight at one point. Any time I tried to sleep, I would scream myself awake from nightmares that were far worse than my waking moments. I had hoped for some peace as I slept, but the nightmares plagued my sleep as though I truly did deserve to be punished. I wasn't sure if anyone could hear my horrified screams, but if they could, no one came to my rescue, My stomach began to rumble and I wondered how long it had been since I last ate any food. I heard some noise coming from the top of the stairs and I began to contemplate what I would call Alpha Killian next.

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be. I lived in that nightmare, and lost everything. My dreams. My heart. My soul. My body. And my voice. The problem with such nightmares are they follow you even when you are awake. My monsters are there in the shadows waiting to pull me back in the darkness I thought I had escaped.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

LORETTA I was in a nightmare when a loud sound rippled through the penthouse and woke me up A loud, piercing alarm My eyes snapped open instantly, my heart still pounding from the nightmare as the shrill sound echoed through the walls and made my ears hurt “What's happening?” Panic made my voice tremble I threw the comforter aside and stumbled out of bed on jelly legs, The digital clock beside me glowed in red: 2:13 a.m. The alarm kept screaming, My pulse spiked harder when I realized it was the fire alarm

Dave mocked. He took Sylvia’s hand and walked away, leaving us frozen. “Is that man really going to marry Sylvia?” Greg groaned. “Why do you care?” I yelled, storming upstairs. Everything was crashing too fast. How could Sylvia enter the Colombo family? The family I had dreamed of all my life? I won’t allow it.