Mono And Six Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

‘No, it’s not okay, I don’t know what’s happening to me,’ Jayden clung to her aunt for dear life. ‘My dear, sweet girl, tell me what’s going on,’ ‘I-’ she began but never got the chance to explain further as screams filtered into the air. ‘Vampires!’

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

Madison's POV As I slowly opened my eyes, the bright morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, piercing through my pounding headache. Blinking a few times, I realized I was lying on a luxurious king-sized bed and this wasn't my room but something felt off. I instinctively reached for the covers, only to realize that I was completely naked. Panic started to creep in as I struggled to recall the events of the previous night. Memories were hazy and fragmented, like shattered pieces of a puzzle that refused to come together.

Nathan Longman, our family doctor, had given us sexual advice several times to prevent the series of miscarriages I’d suffered over the years. But Tyler? He only wanted to take it by force. That was his fantasy. To him, I was just a toy for his toxic impulses. Memories began to flash back as my eyelids fluttered back open. It took me half a minute to daze back to reality. The white paint of the room shone too brightly for my eyes. The entire room felt weird and foreign. I sat up and realized I was naked, my clothes scattered across the floor alongside Tyler’s. Then, the memories flooded back: another "rough sex edition" with Tyler.

For a moment, Samuel was stunned. When he regained his bearings, he narrowed his eyes. "You found another guy? Ronald, is it?" I was shocked. Samuel's sixth sense was actually rather uncanny. "Oh, come on, he's not another guy." I pushed his hand away. "He's just a junior of mine, and I'm repaying a favor. Melissa, however, that's a better woman. She's younger, prettier, and knows how to have fun in bed."

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

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