Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

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

It’s not uncommon for expectant mothers to have nightmares. “I’m sorry, did you say the Snow Vale Pack?” I look at the new man and I nod. His eyes widen as he stands. “Do you have paper and a pencil?” He asks Thomas and I blink when Sandra moves to the desk and comes back with them. “Marissa, my name is Anders. Can I ask if you could draw the symbols you saw?” he asks me and I nod as I begin drawing them with my eyes closed. Once finished, I hand them over to Anders with a sigh. As he looks at him, his eyes widen as he looks from me to Robert and back at the symbols.

Night crept over the city, bringing the nightmare with it. In Malik’s room, darkness pressed around him like a living entity. His breathing grew erratic as he tossed in sleep. In his dream, faces from the past appeared: Amal and Sophia stood before him, pale, massive snakes coiled around their necks, spitting venom, hissing terrifically through the stillness. Then Nasser appeared, his blood-stained clothes, a knife in hand, his eyes lifeless. Beside him, Nour gripped a thick rope, advancing slowly, menacingly. All of them gathered in a hellish tableau, a familial pact from hell, intent solely on ending Malik’s life. He screamed, trying to escape, but his body was paralyzed. He felt the snak

BEVERLY The line between a dream and a nightmare is entirely defined by how fast your heart is beating when you wake up. When my eyes flew open the next morning, my sheets were tangled around my legs like restraints, and the pale, unforgiving light of dawn was filtering through my sheer curtains. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time I had managed to drift off into a shallow, exhausted slumber, the memory of Damian’s bare chest—sculpted, scarred, and radiating absolute power—would manifest behind my eyelids. But worse than the memory of his body was the memory of his eyes. That terrifying, instantaneous snap from exhaustion to lethal alertness when my forehead had grazed the drywall.

“Yes ma’am.” Berk screamed and he sat up. It was another nightmare. He could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He knew it was because of his guilt. Ever since the shooting he’s had the same dream. In his dream he was standing in the alleyway next to the Tribune. Lisa rounded the corner. Gordon was in the diner across the street. Berk could see him through the window. Then Gordon suddenly turned his head. His glasses glowed in the light. Berk could feel his eyes looking at him. Lisa approached and now stood in front of him. Berk's hand suddenly felt heavy. He looked down and there was something in his hand. It was a gun. His finger rested on the trigger and it clicked. The gun kicked

44 ANNALISE I woke up gasping for breath, my heart racing as if I had been running for hours. The nightmare again. The same one that had haunted my sleep for as long as I could remember. But this time, the faces were clearer, the betrayal more vivid. A name lingered on my lips—Spencer—though I couldn’t recall why. My body trembled, drenched in sweat, as I tried to piece together the fragments of what I had just seen.

And together, the three women walked solemnly out of the arena, leaving Santos to die alone. His breathing became harsher as the sun slowly rose in the sky, and the ice melted under its intensity. His insides were splayed out on the ground beside him, and Santos could no longer bring himself to open his eyes as he knew his time was near. The sensation of being picked up was disjointed, and the old wolf wondered if he was back in his dream space as the feeling of speed saturated his senses. Forcing himself to open his eyes, he found himself whizzing through the forest, away from the pack and into no man's land, and he let out a bark of laughter, closing his eyes once more, 'it's about fucken

Santana The morning light shines down on my face from the small window above my bed. Not wanting to get up, I place the pillow over my face and close my eyes. I feel worn and exhausted, which makes sense since I barely slept. When I did sleep, I dreamt of him. The dreams were pretty intense. I bite my lip, recalling a specific dream. Declan and I were in bed kissing. He was caressing my bare back as his muscled body wrapped around mine. Unfortunately, as soon as I woke up, reality set in. He’s Connor’s brother. Either way, it’s a pipe dream considering he doesn’t want anything to do with his brother─ his own blood relative.

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.