Nightmare Nightmare Nightmare Meme Novels & Stories

“They don’t give a fuck about you unless you’re hot or smart or funny or whatever. Just thrown to the side like garbage. So what if I took some pride back for myself, huh? So what if I hurt some people? All those assholes hurt plenty others themselves!” Nightmare huffed as he sat up and leaned on the wall behind him. His anger for people had stewed inside him for so long. It ate away at him slowly, until all that was left were the bitter parts.

AUBREY The nightmares are killing me. Every time I close my eyes, I'm thirteen again, watching my family die in an endless loop of blood and screaming. The memories play with brutal clarity—my mother's head rolling across the grass, my brother's defiant cry cutting off mid-breath, the metallic taste of terror coating my tongue. Night after night, I jolt awake gasping and drenched in sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to escape.

I must be dreaming. Yeah, I must be having a nightmare. A cruel, twisted nightmare.

The same one from the nightmares. “Emeryyyyy?”

"What exactly happened that you became unable to receive my twenty three calls or even reply to my twenty eight messages?" Should I tell him? "Err..Vishal, actually-" "Cat got your tongue or what?" "I guess Rehan is having nightmares. And I don't know how I drifted to sleep. I am sorry." After hearing, his face went blank. "That means he might have woken up from his sleep but then how you....I don't get it Mayra." He spoke, hesitantly. I blushed all shades of red. Actually Vishal gave me dare to kiss Rehan on his cheeks while he’s asleep and when I completed my dare, I realised that he was having nightmares and next I know, I was in his arms.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

This wasn’t anywhere I knew. The room was… breathtaking. Walls of soft, warm grey. Tall windows covered by curtains of rich, dark silk. The bed I was in was huge and impossibly soft, the sheets cool and smooth. Everything spoke of quiet, immense wealth. It was serene. Beautiful. For one dizzy second, I thought, Am I dead? Is this heaven? Then, the memory crashed down on me like a wave of ice. The fall. The blood. The loss. Julian’s cold eyes.

"What is wrong with you? We were bored waiting for you, so we decided to watch a movie. How was I supposed to know it was a horror film? You barged in, scared her, and this is how you react?" "Oh, I see," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Watching a movie in the dark somehow necessitates hugging each other. Should I assume that if I hadn't come back, you'd have moved on to sleeping together? Maybe we should ask others to weigh in—what do you think they'd say?" Johnny's face flushed crimson, a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You… You're impossible! Acting like a madwoman over nothing!" "Madwoman? Sure, call me that," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Speaking of which, this madwoman is go

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

It was either as a punishment or… “Father, please…” I quieted, my eyes now hurting from the endless crying. They let me off, letting my plea fall on deaf ears as they slammed the door in my face. I could hear the cameras clicking from behind, but I didn't turn around. Of late, I have had too many pictures of myself in the news. ‘The Wife Who Got Cheated on’ ‘Boaz Johnson tricked into marrying the former heiress of Harry G&G Company’ and numerous others that, at this point, I was tired of revisiting, so I made a mental note to get off social media till everything gets better.