Nightmare To Remember Novels & Stories

I ate, slept, and lived alone, not thinking of her once. That convinced me that I was over it until insomnia hit me, relentless and unforgiving. Sleep evaded me night after night. I turned to pills, hoarding them until one desperate evening, I downed the entire bottle with a chaser of whiskey. There was no sharp pain, just a numb emptiness, like life had lost all meaning. As my consciousness faded, I dreamed of her for the first time since she'd left. It was snowing, the cold biting deep. Nora appeared as her 17-year-old self, draping a red jacket over my shoulders. "How are you still such a mess at your age? Take care of yourself."

To the outside world, he was every inch the mafia Don people whispered about. Mr. Holt gave Samantha a hard nudge on the shoulder. “Say yes, you idiot.” “Yes, Miss Knox,” Samatha said quickly. Her voice trembled. And in her eyes, there was only one thing left—fear. “Good,” I said, then gave a small nod to the maid. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to rest now.”

Because suddenly— he couldn't remember something important. Something very important. Then he tried grabbing hold of it. Tried remembering. But it kept slipping away. Like water through his fingers. Then: "WAS IT WORTH IT?" The horror's voice sounded almost curious. Then: "WILL THEY REMEMBER YOU?" Silence. Then: "NO." The darkness surged forward again. Then: "WILL THEY MOURN YOU?" Another surge. Then: "NO." Then: "WILL THEY EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU GAVE THEM?"

I nodded after staring at her blankly for a long while. It was true that she had a very good memory. All the things inside the box were indeed Daryl's favorite items. She could remember everything about Daryl for life, it seemed. However, I was just a passerby in her life, someone she could just keep in her memories for a short while before I was kicked out. … Bridget and Daryl returned the next day at noon with huge smiles on their faces. "Do you remember how we used to skip classes in high school just to get to that barbecue joint by the beach? You even tore your pants while scaling the school wall and had to lie to our homeroom teacher that a wildcat scratched you instead."

I pulled the duvet around me and my eyes fell on a man sleeping peacefully on the bed. "What the hell?" I whispered, shock and confusion mixing in my voice. "Shit, shit." The moment I muttered the words, my head pounded, and fragments of the previous night flooded back. I remembered following my friends—Emma, Tonia, and Mara to a nightclub for our usual ladies' night. I recalled taking shots and drinking heavily, but I had no memory of ending up in a stranger’s bed. I frantically searched the room for my cell phone, finally finding it under the bed. I unlocked it, only to be met with a barrage of messages and notifications. They all seemed to suggest that I was engaged to Ivan Carlos.

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.

I gestured towards a seat in front of the table, opposite mine. She smiled and sat in front of me. I asked her to go on, and she suddenly frowned. "I was thinking that maybe there's a piece of me that I can remember. I have these strange nightmares every night and when they come, they seem to mess with my head. The memories I get, the nightmares…" she shook her head with a distant look in her eyes, almost as if she were recalling them.

She was sweating and her heart was beating very fast. She had another nightmare, but.. Why couldn't she remember the dream? She was sure, it's very strange but couldn't recall a thing about it. Gush!! What kind of unfortunate occurrence was this that she's experiencing? First she lost her memory and only believed what Kayden Diego told her about been shot. She had insomnia and now nightmares? And the worst is that she can't remember the dream she had. Will she ever be able to come out of this kind of mysterious life?

The one that raged within his own mind. The nightmares had returned. Not the ones about the darkness or the ancient enemy, but something more personal. More intimate. Memories of his sister. Memories of the betrayal that had shattered his world so many years ago. They came to him in the quiet hours of the night, vivid and cruel, leaving him gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. He would wake with her name on his lips, her face still burning behind his closed eyes.

‎The kind people never realize they'll miss until they're gone. ‎Then another memory surfaced. ‎One I wished hadn't. ‎The night Mikhail took me. ‎The night everything changed. ‎I remembered standing right here. ‎Terrified. ‎Confused. ‎Angry. ‎I remembered armed men. ‎The panic. ‎The shouting. ‎The beginning of the nightmare. ‎A lump formed in my throat. ‎I looked away quickly. ‎Before the memories could overwhelm me. ‎Lola seemed to notice. ‎Because she immediately clapped her hands together.