Monix Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

" As I was leaving the office room to go to my room, she, of course, kept her distance and remained a little lower in the room. My room was situated in close proximity to Lily's. I felt my chest start to burn as I heard her sobbing. My interest was piqued. I wanted to wait until I couldn't hear her talking before opening the door and going in. Listen, I overheard her screaming, and she said, "I wish I was dead, I wish I was dead, it is me, how would I know that my father was touching me?" I found her screaming after I eavesdropped on her, and I found her screaming after I found her. "How could I possibly know? When I woke up, I was a child. I had been sleeping."

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

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He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

“I’m not mad, Aiden. But from now on, maybe find us a new spot. Something just ours.” His smirk returned, slow and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to make it perfect then.” “Good,” I said. “Oh, and by the way? Since Eli and Arnold have claimed the rooftop, you’re officially out of options, Cross.” He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “That’s fine. I don’t need options. I just need you.” And just like that, my heart was back to working double shifts. Maybe nightmares weren’t so bad after all.

And I’m going to get him back. I'm having another nightmare. In this one, I'm in a dark room and I can't see a thing. I'm panting and calling for Jaxon, but there's no response. I run out and fall into a pile of snow. When I look up, there's a full moon, shining so bright like the sun. Suddenly, it turns red, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

Yawning, I take a drink of water from the night stand, before getting in bed and pulling up the covers. Just as I close my eyes, I hear a familiar scratching noise from the closet. Opening them, I bolt up in bed. Bubba, my fearless monster slayer is laying on the floor comatose, but he hears it too and jumps up. I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.