Nightmare Monty Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

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.

“Hey, Monty.” “Nalani, I’m so, so sorry to be calling you at this hour, but I wouldn’t unless it was an emergency. I’ve got three people out tonight with some bug. Two of the three called in sick while the other is just a no-show. I desperately need bodies. I know you don’t typically work Thursday nights, but is there any chance you’d be willing to come in? I know it’s last minute, so I’m willing to pay you double. Since I’m down so many people I can afford it in the budget, and let’s face it, one of you is worth three people anyway,” he continues, putting it on thick as his voice drips in desperation.

Another sarcastic thought was thrown from Journee’s mind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at one of the Datai chalets, Montgomery has just emerged from the piles of overwhelming work his father had loaded on him. The deluge of emails, piling up before the phone lines and Wi-Fi went down, had pushed him to the brink of exhaustion. It felt as though his energy would be completely drained. However, Montgomery was relieved that it was all behind him now. Throughout those arduous days, his thoughts often wandered to Journee. The mellifluous sound of her voice provided solace to his troubled mind. It was a mere memory, ye

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.

I barely make out her raspy whispers. “What?” I ask. Tony appears on the opposite bedside. “Kiss…” Montana’s eyes flutter closed. “B-e-t-h…” And she’s out again. Neither Tony nor I understand what the two words mean. We attempt to work through it out loud, but we’re too tired. The wall clock reads six a.m. We need Montana to wake up. Then, we need to go home and sleep. **** Hours later, the nurse returns, taking Montana’s vitals. At her movement and touch, Montana wakes again.

A growl rumbles through my chest as I step forward with a menacing gait, but I freeze when I notice the camera phones all out recording the interaction. “Say yes!” the crowd chants as Rome and I look around in disbelief at the onlookers. She grumbles in annoyance and I’m half tempted to join her anger. “Who are you?” Laney whispers to him and his face lights up. “I apologize! I am Montgomery,” he says, coming to his full height a full inch more than me. Which just makes me hate him more. “But you, my queen, may call me Monty.” “I accept your offer, Monty,” Laney says, playing the part for the camera while eyeing me for saving.

the person said, who then vanished into the night. Monte kicked the back of the driver's seat and yelled, "Drive!" Then he called Winston. "This is Monkey. It appears that we will need more money for this job!"

They enticed me with this nightmare so they just have to be ready. It is now pay-back time.

We had a few outstanding payments that we needed to go collect. I hated it when people paid late because it meant that I had to go see them personally and collect my money by any means necessary which normally just involved threats but sometimes we had to get physical. Darwell Montgomery, a notorious drug dealer, owed me fifty thousand dollars. He had made the loan as a start-up for his nightclub and he'd paid back almost all of it except the last fifty grand. The last time my men were there he had produced just excuses and his time was up tonight.