Nightmare Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets. Every ghost here had scattered facial features. They were barely recognizable as anything that was once human. Severed limbs and mangled flesh lay everywhere, and the stench of blood filled the air. Cold sweat soaked through my clothes. I clamped a hand firmly over my mouth and refused to let out a whimper. "Stay calm. The worse it gets, the calmer you need to be," I muttered and reminded myself. I lifted my stiff legs and inched toward the corner, but my foot landed on something hard and round at the worst moment possible.

I'm also having difficulties sleeping since the events of the previous night are still causing chaos in my thoughts the next morning. The image of Remon's face stayed with me all day, even though the pain was so bad that I had to put up with it for my own good and for the thing that would finally end the pain and bring me back to consciousness. The fact that she is too tall for a woman like me, who is normal and not on the same level as her ex-boyfriend, makes it pointless to engage in an argument with her. "Hello, is Tita here?" asks the narrator, referring to the protagonist's mother. While we were looking at one another, tears began to pour from my eyes as our gazes were fixed on one anot

"I will grant you a slow death, each minute bearing witness to the depths of your anguish. And I..." The author stopped Xavier before he could finish his sentence, demonstrating a boldness that caught Xavier off guard. The author met Xavier's gaze unafraid, his gaze piercing into his soul. "Your violent nature is undeniable, but how do you cope with the haunting nightmares that plague you each night?" he inquired, his words bearing the weight of comprehension. Xavier's surprise was evident, his expression reflecting the bewilderment coursing through him. It was as if the author had revealed a long-hidden secret, revealing Xavier's weak side to the rest of the world.

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

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After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Perhaps I could figure out a way to make money online, without Alexander finding out of course. A notification sound from my phone pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked down in time to see a text pop up on my screen. I dropped the book and took the phone. Kath: Please recommend another book right away. This book was firee!!! I grinned proudly and texted back. Me: Told you so. Kath: But I don’t think any other book can compare. I’ll have to take a break. I texted back “valid”, while I sat here reading a new book right after finishing one.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

His mouth stilled against mine and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with an expression of absolute horror. His eyes were back to their normal dark gray. No Kael fighting for control. Just Nathan, fully Nathan, looking at me like I was a nightmare come to life. “What,” he said, and his voice cracked on the word. “What the fuck?”