Nightmare Bb Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

"I bet, but I don't have time to hear your dirty tales. We are supposed to be on the road to meet the Nightmare pack." Chase chuckled at their pack name, like he did every time he heard it. "Nightmare is such a lame name. A little satisfying that we will make them kneel at our feet though. Mm, maybe I can show their Luna what a real nightmare is." Chase's eyes grew dark as he spoke. He was a horny bastard, and in all the wrong ways. "Go get changed. You and Drake can meet us there, and don't even think about skipping out on this meeting. We need to show them we aren't here for negotiations."

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

That night, The Boss and Marquez, in separate corners of the city, both sat awake longer than usual. The Boss stared out his office window, watching neon signs flicker over the sleepless streets. His glass of whiskey was warm now, untouched for half an hour. He wondered if Kross had truly betrayed them, or if the man was simply lost in his own desperation. Either way, betrayal and weakness smelled the same in this business. And both demanded a response.

*Collier POV Fucking Zion has been a nightmare today. I cannot control him. He has been wanting Ally so badly the past few weeks that I cannot rein him in most days. Seeing her this morning he wasn’t going to let her get away this time. He had to have her. To claim her. When she left last time I swore I would stay away as she wanted. She didn’t need mixed up in my world anyway. My world is dangerous. My world is why she was hurt the last time. My world required me to run a tight ship with no bullshit. My world was bloody. Ally is my mate though. I knew that the first time I saw her. She was married to that human though so I was able to stay away easier. Then when she hated me, or thought she

He just didn't want to see it. Now, on the forty-first night, the nightmare is worse than ever. His face is turning pale. His lips are blue. In his dream, he is drowning. I can feel it—the terror radiating from his small body like heat from a furnace. His heartbeat is a drum. His breath is a thread about to snap. I want to help him. I want to wake him up. I want to flip him over. But the blanket is pulled tight. And the rule is absolute.

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Hard to believe I’m days away from popping. My stomach is stretched far too much, my back aches, the fake contractions have me freaking out, and my feet are like balloons. I’m ready for the Little Nightmare to come out. The nickname Little Nightmare seems to be sticking. It’s slightly fitting as her father is a demigod of death and her mothers is a lycan. These are definitely two things that would give normal people nightmares, and Everly is a combination of those things. We decided to call her Ever as a cute nickname and Little Nightmare as her nickname for when she is driving us crazy.