Not A Nightmare Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME READERS MIGHT NOT REALLY APPRECIATE (R18 PARTS). PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION AS YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS CHAPTER. TONY'S POV The alarm rings by 5 am on the dot but I am already awake. I have been awake for the past two hours because I was awakened by a nightmare. The same nightmare that always starts the same way; Everybody would be in the living room of my mansion and we would all be having fun and playing board games and generally having fun. Then all of a sudden, some faceless guys barge into the house and then they kill everybody except me. I start to cry knowing that it was all my fault and then I wake up sweating and gasping for air.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

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.

No longer the ruined coliseum. This was the Nightmare. And it had claimed them all. ☠️ End of Chapter 12

The nightmare might have ended, but its haunting grip lingered, a stark reminder of the torment she endured in her waking hours. Catherine, still trembling from the residual fear of her nightmare, pushed herself up from the disheveled bed. Her heart raced, and her mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she made her way towards the room's French doors that opened onto a spacious balcony. This particular nightmare, more accurately described as a haunting memory, had rarely resurfaced since her escape. It was the first day she had encountered Steven.

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** Dream Adea He told me he would be here, that’s what his letter had said. I didn’t look out the window, I felt defeated, instead, I dropped my chin and focused on the cold floors. The skirt was a royal blue that matched the ribbons. My fingers danced at the top of my skirt and my breath came out shuttered.

I found it difficult to even close my eyes and fall asleep. Today another monster found me and I had a surefire feeling it won't be the last I'm going to have to face. More were going to follow as it was only a matter of time. But I am going to be ready for all of them. *****Author Note***** Hey guys, well that's the first chapter, so what did you think of it? Was it good? If you were to rate it on a scale of 1-10, what would it be? I love to hear from my lovely readers so don't forget to comment below. And drop a review!! First chapter soundtrack: Escapism by Raye (because it's badass;) see you in the next chapter)

Chapter 20 Zendaya’s POV Please wake me up from this nightmare. The library doors might as well have slammed shut behind Malachi. My pulse thundered in my ears as I stood there, frozen on the bottom rung of the ladder, the book still clutched uselessly in my hands.

Chapter 9: The Price of Victory Night falls heavy and fast, the way it always does in the borderlands—like someone snuffed out the last candle and left only smoke. I’m inside the tent, hood down, studying the next chapter by that faint violet glow from my own fingertips when the first vibration hits the ground. Not the usual camp shuffle. Not footsteps. Something heavier. Coordinated. Many. I drop the book. Hood up. Slip to the flap and peer out.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.