Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

— The Gentleman in Black Lena rolled out of the bed, breathless, panting. She couldn't count how many times she'd had that nightmare. All over and over again, a recurring memory stalking her in her sleep like it was trying to show her something, tell her something. Lena wasn't interested in that. Especially when what she really wanted was to forget all about that day. It ruined everything for her. And so it felt cruel of the world to let her relive it every night.

he threatened "You already know what will happen if a slave like you disobey her master." He added. "I'll be there." Mayari then hang up the call. Then continued to sip on her wine and smoke. After that she throw herself to bed and let her nightmares begin. But there is something agonizing about her dream, because this is not just a normal made up movie by her head, this a nightmare depicted by her own memories of childhood both sadness and glee. She was awaken by the screech of a glass being smash to pieces after hitting the hard floor. She tried to sleep back but more shattering noises stabbed her ears like knives.

It came as a reminder of the solitude that I had enveloped myself in for the past few days. My reflection seemed to question me, our eyes seeking answers to the questions that swirled in my head. The room was so quiet that I feared that breathing would disrupt it's appeal. I hesitated before breaking the silence, my voice a mere whisper as I addressed my reflection and the stark quiet. "It was just a dream," I whispered. It was my way of comforting myself. It was an attempt to erase the residual discomfort. Why did the night continue to unleash it's demons on me? Why did these demons linger even in the daylight? The nightmares clung to my sleep and replayed themselves over and over like ghos

It was the same smell that had filled the air in the dream. My stomach churned. The rational part of my mind, the part that clung to logic and safety, was screaming at me to get up, to turn on the lights, to run out of the room. But my limbs were heavy, leaden. I was trapped in a paralysis of disbelief. Could a nightmare be a preview? A script written for me to follow? 12:49 AM.

This wasn’t anywhere I knew. The room was… breathtaking. Walls of soft, warm grey. Tall windows covered by curtains of rich, dark silk. The bed I was in was huge and impossibly soft, the sheets cool and smooth. Everything spoke of quiet, immense wealth. It was serene. Beautiful. For one dizzy second, I thought, Am I dead? Is this heaven? Then, the memory crashed down on me like a wave of ice. The fall. The blood. The loss. Julian’s cold eyes.

“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.”

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

Abuse and depression reached staggering heights when the virus evolved to reach the human species. Ife felt something stirring in her spirit and whatever it was it was extremely dark. She had never felt this type of darkness before. No one felt the pull of it like she did, it was as though she was imagining the whole thing. But she knew that it was real and it was behind the darkness of this virus. It was like it fed on despair and desperation. That had to be it! Something was feeding on the negative intentions and energy released into the realms, something they didn’t know about.

I'm completely fucked up and I'm just realizing it too late. (...) Persephone All the exhausting effort I made to sleep was of no use, I couldn't close my eyes with the thoughts that were going through my head at all times. The main concern was whether he liked my pursuit. Totally neurotic, I know. I managed to rest only when the first rays of sunlight began to appear in the sky, my mind couldn't take it anymore and simply suffered a blackout, something that had never happened to me before. I wake up startled by someone knocking on my door, basically banging, just need to break the wood in half.