Mr Nightmare Story Novels & Stories

"That won't even happened because I will stab myself after I have murdered you. We won't both escape from this." "Don't do this Monica. You have gone crazy, don't do it!!" "I screamed just like that the other day but you didn't budge. Isn't it interesting Arnold," he bounced against the wall. I became close to him and trailed the knife on his cheek. "We both would die lovingly holding each other hand on a blooded floor. We would be known just like romeo and Juliet," I cackled wickedly. "Our story would become an history, and, and," I flipped my hand to the sky. "We would become an inspiration to other lovers, they would want to become just like us, so let's do it."

When he called me to the basement of the house, his mistress was already in a deplorable situation, her fingers were everywhere but straight, her lips were divided in half and her left eye almost came out of the eyeball. "This is the bitch who tried to kill me while we were fucking" he said and the woman started to cry louder and louder, she looks at me, asking for help, but she didn’t understand that I didn’t have the power to do something "and you’ll learn that you can’t trust them. Today I’m giving you the chance to make me proud, Axel Devenuto" my heart starts beating faster, I don’t want to do that! "End the bitch’s suffering." He put in my hands a piece of barbed wire large enough to i

How would I just waltz into his room with this story and expect that he would applaud me for coming into the light? As I paced back and forth, my phone chimed. I rushed to it, expecting to see something from Collins but there was nothing. Instead, an article glared at me. I sank into my bed and scrolled through it, my heart stopped. “Billionaire underdog exposed as criminal mastermind… Jonathan Mysterio, serial killer and dangerous felon.” I read silently. Jonathan was none of this and it was clearly a set up. I knew whose handwork this was and my grip around my phone tightened.

“Honey, I know it felt real to you, but trust me. It was only a nightmare. Tell me something, though. What did you mean when you said the scary monster was going to take you to Him? Who’s Him?” “The scary monster who is always in my dream, his name is Agremon. He keeps trying to take me to a man named Mr. Namirha. He wants me to become his daughter. But I’m already yours, Mama. I don’t want to be his. That’s kidnapping or stealing. Isn’t it? And last night, Agremon was really angry with me for fighting him. He grabbed me and was pulling me from my bed, but then you came in and pushed him away. You saved me, Mama!” Hannah cried out and grabbed her so fiercely she thought she’d cracked a coupl

My thoughts jumbled as I tried to piece together how I ended up in this situation. Like a puzzle, everything starts to fit together as I remember visiting my new apartment. Conor had stepped out after receiving a call, leaving me alone. As I ventured outside, I was suddenly pierced with a needle in my neck. I attempt to move my hand, hoping to break free from the chains, but it's futile. They're silver chains, a werewolf's worst enemy, binding me tightly.

Callie's POV ***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ ONLY *** "I know a guy who sells chloroform, that's the easiest way you're going to drug someone long enough to get him where you want them to be," Melanie twirled her spoon into her coffee, mixing the contents. We were sitting in the back of a Waffle House a few blocks from my apartment, having a late breakfast and gossiping over my latest scheme. I diligently jotted down her information into a composition book which pages were now filled with an act of hostility much greater than anything I was used to.

As the voice of the mysterious guy from my nightmares, the man who tried to kill me at my old pack, filled my head. He mind linked me again as he said in a deadly tone that caused me to shudder in intense fear. “If you don’t want Sara to die in the next two seconds, I suggest you keep your mouth shut little girl”

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

I am shaking my head at her before she can even finish her thoughts. "No, Miss O'Neal, we have talked about this already. I can't do that to him. His mental state probably wouldn't even let him cope with the guilt he would have. Besides, it's not like he would listen to me anyways. Remember when I tried to find out about his club being involved in drugs again?" Last year the Nightmare Warriors went through some pretty horrendous shit. They were set up by a business mogul named Nicholas Cole and almost killed. I had called Max to make sure he was safe and he basically hung up on me.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because