Nightmare Nightmare Nightmare Meme Novels & Stories

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.

“I know this sounds cliche and all, but I've been having this strange nightmare. I saw a corpse full of blood, but I can't seem to detect who it is. Before I get to see the person's face, I'd abrubtly wake up from the dream.” He ran his hands through his face in frustration. “I know you don't believe me, I also almost don't believe myself too. But it's been constant so much that I'm starting to actually believe. Sometimes, I just close my eyes and the image pops into my head again. I wasn't even asleep.” He let out a breath, trying to find the right words. I couldn't possibly miss my mom's funeral because he had a nightmare that something bad was going to happen. What if it was all just a dr

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I let my neck fall backward to the wall and closed my eyes, relieved. My chest heaved up and down. My tank top and my hair were glued to me due to sweat. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness ran through my body. My eyelids became heavy again. I shook my head and opened my eyes, only to see the room circling around me. Black spots came into my vision and before I knew it, I was falling unconscious again.

I am a girl who is afraid to close her eyes because of the haunted nightmares I usually have, anytime i closes my eyes those nightmares always disturbs me. Those are not just nightmares, they are things that happened in the past. The past that made me a heartless and ruthless monster. Those nightmares reminds me of the pain and loss that i am going through. Those nightmares made me a ruthless monster whose name creates fear and havoc in the life of people. It gave me a new identity, above all it made me Queen of mafia. When will i ever be free from those nightmares? When will i ever be free from the painful and sad memories of that unfortunate day that ruined my life and that of my kid broth

◇DON POV◇ I don't know when this nightmares will leave me I was fed up with this nightmares in my life in this week I tried many times to talk to liam and dhiren but these both fellows are busy woahh unfaithful friends I wish to feed them to my pets seriously what kind of friends these people are I don't wanna mention too that I have this kind of unfaithful friends arghh today I have important meeting I need to attend where these people gone I asked them to find a efficient secretary for me that too a man

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.

Maybe the fresher the meat, the more alluring. It haunts my dreams. It started way before I was told that I’d be visiting my grandma. Nightmares of a large wolf with black fur and vivid blue eyes stalking me. The dreams felt so real that I refused to leave my room for weeks. It was rubbed off as trauma, but it's been eight years since mom died and the first nightmare didn’t come to haunt me until I turned eighteen, six years ago.

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.

Weeping to fatigue Naitee dose off into deep slumber full of crazy nightmares. . . . . . . . . . . . .