Men's Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

“None. This is what I needed.” The snowstorm hit that night, closing roads for the week. Trapped in his apartment, our fantasy unfolded. Christmas morning, he woke me with his mouth on my nipples, sucking lazily before flipping me for a slow pussy fuck on the kitchen counter, cum leaking as we ate pancakes. “More?” he'd ask, eyes twinkling.

"Jesus, honey, I don't know, I haven't exactly had an exciting sex life you know. Maybe twice, with your mother, when we were young." "Good . . . I am going to make you cum three times tonight." "But honey I am not so young anymore and Mr. Garrett he might . . ." "Mr. Garrett won't be back for hours and as for you not being young anymore. Tonight is special. It's Christmas Eve when all sorts of magical things can happen, especially when one is in an enchanted forest like we are . . . . And making you cum three times will be one of them. Oh, and I am going to do it a different way each time too . . . just in case you were wondering."

I needed it so bad that I could cry. I got out of bed quicky and rushed to the windows. I slid them open and dashed out onto the balcony, immediately taking in a deep, long breath. I wasn’t normally this shaken after a nightmare. Maybe it was because I knew I didn’t have any milk this time to supress my emotions, or the plain fact that I was now actually living in the house of the man who was my greatest subconscious fear. He had already left for Mexico, but his presence was still heavy in the mansion. And everybody here worshipped the ground he walked on. Wherever he was, I was never going to be free.

Bad things happen on her birthdays and they were usually the dreams she had a night before, coming to reality. They were usually slight occurrences that didn't involve death but they were still bad. The worst thing about these nightmares was that it seemed there was nothing that could stop them from happening. They were bound to happen and Juana called it her curse. But her dad and granny thought it was fun or magic. Even if it was evil. "It'll let us know what to do and what not to do" Granny said but the evil still happened anyway no matter how careful they were in trying to prevent it.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Tinsel shimmered in the dim light, the golden strands hanging from the pine garlands that lined the room. They cast soft glows on the polished wood of Santa’s desk, where a single red folder sat, the word “Naughty” stamped on the front in bold, red letters. Evie stared at it, swallowing hard as heat crept up her neck. This wasn’t how she’d expected her night to go.

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

His aura is menacing and the room is so silent, you could hear a pin drop. He is the man who stars in, and haunts, my nightmares.

Hazel’s body twitched in her sleep, her mind trapped in the darkness of a nightmare. The same man appeared—the one from before. His voice was deep and chilling, sending shivers through her. "I’m coming for you," he whispered, his golden eyes glowing in the shadows. "You will be mine." Hazel gasped, her heart pounding as she jolted awake. Sweat clung to her skin as she sat up, breathing heavily. The room was dim, the morning sun barely creeping in, but something felt wrong.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.