Living A Nightmare Novels & Stories

Life literally becomes meaningless, and living each day is a constant battle, like you are always drowning. Oh, and the pain... There is no physically caused pain that can match it. It's like a void in your chest that consumes and takes everything away, taking everything from you. I closed my eyes and remembered the nightmares. No, I didn't want to sleep; I didn't want another nightmare. I didn't want to hear that voice; I didn't want to see the blood. I got up; I had to go. I needed something to entertain me. I needed to see something other than these four walls. Maybe, by distracting my mind, I would be able to scare away the nightmares.

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

“Good—I hope it chokes you. I also wish you were dead too, I mean I don’t know why you’re still breathing.” I shook my head, my hands shoving into my hair, tugging hard, my voice breaking. “You don’t get it—I’m not alive, not really. Nightmares eat me—every damn night, their blood on my hands, their curses in my ears. I didn’t want this.” He lunged, his shoulder slamming into my chest, his fists swinging wild, his voice a roar. “Liar—shut your mouth!”

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

"DEAR DIARY, I don't know what would I do if it wasn't you with whom I'd share my pain and my feelings. Thank you for always being there for me, for always listening to me without any complaints and letting me explain what I feel and go through. Guess what, I again had that nightmare. The one I've been trying to avoid all my life." "I just want to know whether God has planned all the worst in the universe for me? Whenever I try to forget about everything although I know it's impossible, things just go opposite. it's been six years, I need to have sleeping pills every night or else I would have to face the nightmare again. And I guess this is what will happen to me all my life."

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

Crystal We all have big dreams—dreams we hope will come true, dreams that can change our lives forever. But we also have nightmares, and those can change our lives too. Right now, I’m living in my nightmare. Every day I wake up wondering, what’s next for me? Ever since I stood at the altar and said yes, my life has spiraled into chaos. And it’s something I have to live with.