Men's Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

Jess slowly turned, not sure if she wanted to see what behind her was. “Mom” Jess whispered and threw her hands on her mouth as she saw her mother dead, still holding the gun she just used on herself. Tears filled Jess eyes. She run towards her mother, but before she could reach her, she disappeared. Jess lookeda round but it was pitch black again. “Mom!” Jess yelled into the darkness, her voice breaking because of the tears in her throat. “Who do you think you are?!” The man from her nightmares asked. Jess spun around to find the source of the voice. There he was. Jess fell over unto her backside as she was shocked by his precents. He held the old brown belt that Jess knew so well.

"What is wrong with you? We were bored waiting for you, so we decided to watch a movie. How was I supposed to know it was a horror film? You barged in, scared her, and this is how you react?" "Oh, I see," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Watching a movie in the dark somehow necessitates hugging each other. Should I assume that if I hadn't come back, you'd have moved on to sleeping together? Maybe we should ask others to weigh in—what do you think they'd say?" Johnny's face flushed crimson, a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You… You're impossible! Acting like a madwoman over nothing!" "Madwoman? Sure, call me that," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Speaking of which, this madwoman is go

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.

She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour. I dragged myself out of bed and threw on the matching pajamas Sophie had given everyone last night. Red and green plaid. Ridiculous but comfortable. Downstairs, chaos. Sophie was organizing presents into piles. Catherine made coffee in the kitchen, looking far too put together for seven in the morning. Jason sat on the couch already on his phone. Melissa complained about the early hour. And Derek stood by the Christmas tree, his hair sticking up in the back, wearing his matching pajamas. He looked tired. Adorable. Completely unfair.

Small colored lights decorating the door frame flickered with the impact. Immediately, the men's taunts continued as they returned to their tables, sitting under the warm glow of the Christmas atmosphere, oblivious to my humiliation. The whole scene left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to vomit and change my shirt as soon as possible, so I quickly gestured to Daniela and ran to the bathroom. My hands were shaking and my eyes filled with tears. How was it possible that, after so many years, these men had reappeared on Christmas Eve?

Mark’s eyes were almost black with lust as he hauled me off my knees and onto the couch, pushing me down onto my back. The Christmas tree lights twinkled behind him, casting red and green glows across his bare chest while he loomed over me. His cock jutted up hard and slick from my throat, veins pulsing, the head flushed dark and wet. “You want every hole wrecked?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. He reached for the thick black Santa belt still looped through his discarded pajama pants on the floor. “Then you’re gonna take exactly what you asked for, you filthy little Mrs. Claus.”

“Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night! “It’s special for another reason, too,” he said, bending low over one of the footlights to cast eerie shadows across his face. “Twenty years ago on this very night. On this very same stage, a man. The wickedest man this county’s ever known. A fiend who clawed his way out of the crypt and onto the airwaves and into your homes was burned to death in front of an audience. Just. Like. You.” The TVs switched to each showing clips from Satur