Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

Few Week Later Lance I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Kendall refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this.

I nodded, and we waited for the first fight to begin. We didn’t wait long. The guy running the fights was someone I recognized—the scorpion shifter from the car dealership. I didn’t recognize him instantly, but when I really looked close, it was easy to see. He announced the first fight of the night, and I watched closely as the first two guys walked into the ring. It was Jay, and Lenard. Lenard the mosquito, who’d tried to bribe me to mate with him. I bit back a grin. If Liv’s not-mate lost to a mosquito…

Mask came off. A guy. 22 years old. Hate in his eyes. Damian: "Name?" The guy spat. "Ghost." Damian: "Real name?" Guy: "Victor's dog." Kira cuffed him. --- _DAY 795: 12:30 AM - INTERROGATION VAN_ Guy: "I don't know where he is." Damian: "Liar." Guy: "Just money. Victor told me to teach you a lesson." Damian grabbed his collar.

An old man squinted his eyes and said, "Are you the one who killed Liam? Good! I thought you are going to run for your life but you didn't." Severin asked, "Are you the gang leader of the Nightsky Gang?" The man smiled. "Yes. My name is David Letterman, the gang leader of the Nightsky Gang." "Hey, kid. I'm going to make sure you know the reason I kill you today. I'm the Fourth Elder of the Nightsky Gang, Karry Wutter." At the same time, another old man stood forward. As he balled up his hand, his fist was covered with spiritual energy. Meanwhile, he also unleashed his aura. As it turned out, he was a level four warrior king.

Stay in the car, I'll be back' he told his wife as he stepped down from the car. 'Are you okay?' he asked as he moved closer to the man, but the man didn't respond. Mr. Robert decided to touch him on the shoulder, and at that moment, he was thrown to the ground. The man immediately turned into a mystical four-legged creature with fur and sharp teeth like that of a tiger. He pounced on Mr. Robert, who was trying as hard as he could to get off the grip of the animal, all to no avail. Catherine immediately got out of the car. She couldn't believe her eyes and screamed, 'Somebody help!!!'

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

Looks like they haven't gotten their numbers back. Finally looking straight ahead, my eyes landed on a familiar, tall, lean man, with a tattoo of the Calaveros symbol on his neck; Wade. His bloodshot eyes watched my every step, as he grinned maliciously. Wade was definitely looking much worse, than the last time I saw him. Oh! I could still see burn marks on his face. I could tell from how he stood, that he was trying so hard to appear intimidating, to exude dominance and make me cower. It was quite laughable.

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

WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME READERS MIGHT NOT REALLY APPRECIATE (R18 PARTS). PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION AS YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS CHAPTER. TONY'S POV The alarm rings by 5 am on the dot but I am already awake. I have been awake for the past two hours because I was awakened by a nightmare. The same nightmare that always starts the same way; Everybody would be in the living room of my mansion and we would all be having fun and playing board games and generally having fun. Then all of a sudden, some faceless guys barge into the house and then they kill everybody except me. I start to cry knowing that it was all my fault and then I wake up sweating and gasping for air.

He found that people who walked the streets everyday found it particularly strange that he would be searching in the hundreds of coffee houses all over the city for no apparent reason. Mario himself was beginning to doubt if Mindy Forelli even worked in the city anymore; his mother was getting old and all, it seemed likely that she wasn't in the area anymore. As he boarded another taxi and continued to think about his best friend and his partner, every second that he waited would cost him more and more time. For all he knew, to him, his friends were dead. How little he knew. * I had woken up late at night, I recall. Just after the blazing fire automobile incident, I could clearly remember wa