Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Because there he stood, my nightmare in the flesh. Damian.

People that still roamed the land, waiting for their opportunity to strike. We still hadn't found Ryker, and that further added to my slightly scared mood. The night before, I'd found it so strange that I'd been tormented by a nightmare about it, particularly that day when he had me.on my knees and sunk his canines into my neck with no mercy, forcefully marking me. I'd seen in screams.and a pool of my own sweat. Maverick had pulled me into his arms shortly after and whispered gentle words of encouragement into my ears until I finally fell asleep.

I asked excitedly but it wasn't father. "Hello... Electra Jones" It was some weird type of voice of a man. "who's this?" I asked with a stern voice and I heard laughter. "I am your biggest nightmare... you can call me... wait... you can call me nightmare only" he said and I got angry. "what do you want? How do you have my number?" I asked "I have much more than your number... for example a video of what happened with your brother today" he said and my eyes widened...

And scar guy, what did he mean by that? What does me being human have to do with anything? Wasn't he human? No, the way he moved. He was too fast. It was like nothing I've ever seen. 'Are you sure about that?' I blink in surprise, taken aback by my consciousness. What did I experience last night? Who did I actually encounter last night? Scar guy was different, his eyes almost glowed in the dark as he stared down at me. I remember this. And then that guy, he might have been less crazed but still, I wouldn't put it past him to be worse off than scar guy.

Nick and james are also following me from behind. Their smile wiped off from there faces when their eyes fell on us and then the bats in our hand. "Who are you?" The tattoo man, their leader asked me while straightening himself from the bike and walked to us. His four other minions are following him from behind. "Your worst Nightmare." I said while tightening my grip on bat and walked to him with rage. He laughed mockingly on me, showing his yellow dirty teeth. "Do you really think you three will be over power on five of us." He laughed on me while turning his head back to his men.

I walk down the stairs into the basement, where Mario immediately hands me the phone since we are out of earshot. Nightingale never calls anyone, people call him, if they can figure out how to get his number. He is a very high profile hitman that works for my family, and probably many others. No one has ever heard his voice, or even know what he looks like, he is very private, and one can only imagine why. “Night, to what do I owe this pleasure?” I say as soon as I put the phone to my ear. “There’s no pleasure at all. You have something that belongs to me,” the deep robotic muffled voice practically spits through the phone. My face furrows into a frown, whatever this is isn’t good.

The entire world around me explodes at the connection, and my vision flickers white, then blue, then black. And I feel myself collapse on the bed. I’m standing above an immaculate bed made of black wood, inlaid with Neron. Cyrillius sleeps there, a relaxed look on his disgusting face. One arm is kinked above his head, the other hand rests on his chest. He breathes slow and deep. I hate him. I hate this man. I hate that he came to my home planet and destroyed everything. I hate that he owns the galaxy. I hate that he orders the death of so many people and doesn’t ever feel an ounce of guilt over it.

Moreno is a bit thin but tall and knows how to dress, add to that his face as if he is Korean with Filipino descent. "I'm Nash," said a man. Out of all of them, he seems to be the smartest. Zera didn't know but she could feel it. "I'm Julian," he said. It is the smallest of them that is quite white. "Jam," one said simply and it seemed stuck. "Hello, I'm Ice, the most handsome of all." After he said that, his companions hit his head except for Josh who just winced. That guy is the most lively and mischievous of them all.