Six X Seven Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

I'm about to slide in the shower when Seven asks, "Is it me?" I quickly spin around to hear the question more clearly. "What?" "In those nightmares... Is it me?" he repeats himself more clearly. "You?" "Is it me that does bad things to you? Am I the reason you wake up screaming and scared and sweating? Am I the monster in your dreams? Are you afraid of me?" Seven asks rapidly and anxiously. I wend towards him and sit right beside him on the bed. I touch his cheek softly.

She fell into a restless sleep and nightmares took her over. Jesse came into the room later that night to find Renee was still sleeping. He had checked on her several times and every time he had, she was tossing and turning. He had heard her whimpering in her sleep several times. He had threatened her earlier, but he didn’t want to force himself back on her. When his anger was taking him over, it felt good to have her struggle, but he liked it better when she was compliant.

We need to take things slow, but we will get there. I went to take a shower and put on my onesie and went to sleep. I was thinking about today and us. With a smile I went to sleep. I was sleeping, when I heard someone screaming and making me wide awake. Realising it was Xavier's screams, I quickly jolt to his room. I saw him squirming and groaning as sweat covered his face. His eyebrows were scrunched. He was having a nightmare. "Little one, No. Come back." he kept repeating the same thing again. I rushed to him and tried to wake him up.

Fanning myself with my hand, I gasped for breath as my heart continued to pound. It took me a minute to pull myself together. I exhaled deeply and ran my fingers through my damp hair. The nightmares were getting more rampant these days. I never had them during the day. Oh, my! When I look at the window, I find that the curtains are drawn. The moon was out. My phone was on the table before me. Tapping the screen, I found that it was already past seven o'clock. There were several missed calls and texts from Seven. I was supposed to be meeting him by 7:30!

Ember woke up sweating like crazy. She looked at her right side and she noticed that Axle was still sleeping. She looked at the clock on the wall and she noticed that it was only 2am, it was still dark outside. It was her nightmare again. It kept coming back over and over again. The last time she had that dream was when she was ten years old and for those nightmares to come back now meant something.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Alannah moved my grave overnight, far away from her. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I sat atop my new grave, watching the view. Under the sunlight, my soul slowly began to fade. Just before I disappeared, I thought I heard a soft sigh. "I’m sorry, Xavier."

“You’re nothing! You’re useless! You should have died with your parents!” The cruel words echoed in my mind as I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs. The same nightmare, the same voice, Luna Morgan venomous tone that had haunted my sleep for six years. My body trembled as I lay curled in the old trunk beneath the back staircase, surrounded by moth-eaten tablecloths.

"I swear, my little one, no one will take you from me. No one." The night was heavy, as if the very air was made of lead. My dreams were haunted by images of Valentim tearing my baby from my arms and the face of Xavier, injured and humiliated. I moaned in my sleep, trapped in this never-ending nightmare, until an abrupt noise outside woke me up.

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.