Smiling Critters Nightmare Novels & Stories

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

“Looks like we caught ourselves a handful of mangy rats.” Nightmare and his thugs immediately paled.

I turned her around and almost laughed at the obvious panic on her face. “It’s too late, Mama.” “Oh, my God! My grandma warned me not to trust white men, and now I’m about to be tortured and murdered by one! I am going to haunt the shit out of you. It’s gonna be fucking non-stop. I’m gonna possess you and then make you jump to your death or some shit, and then I’m gonna torment you in the afterlife!” she cried out. “Oh my God, Mama, calm down,” I chuckled. She was damn near in tears, and it was nothing short of hilarious. “The only thing I plan on murdering tonight is that pussy.”

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

Fidgeting and fidgeting but never daring to put that pill in his mouth. Yet he was so tired. So hurt. So hopeless. Jake was exhausted from all this. He wanted to sleep. A long sleep with no nightmares. No matter what medicine Natalie prescribed him, nothing worked against his nightmares. Just like evil demons haunting him, they would never leave him at peace. Only the drugs in that tiny plastic bag could give him a way out, even if it was only for a few hours. That was fine too. Only a few hours were fine. Jake would take whatever he could.

She said softly, and my friends cast wary looks my way before getting up slowly from their chairs, and leaving the room, still glancing back at me. I was sure I smiled, but the sane part of me knew my lips didn’t move a bit. Then I closed my eyes. I had been having a random, blank dream for what seemed like the first few minutes, but suddenly everything turned dark. I was underneath a swirling sky of gray, and there was a shrill scream somewhere. I saw myself eating a bunch of cut up rats and I fell to the ground, remembering horribly of Monica forcing me to eat raw rats. I screamed and thousands of black rat raced towards me.

"We're roommates, hamster girl." Oh. She sometimes forgot about the empty bed in her room. Guess the academy forgot to assign her a new roommate. Well, she had a room to herself back when she was living with her father anyways. "Anyways..." Rody whistled. "We're running late today. No breakfast for us." "And whose fault was that?" Jake's voice can be heard clearly behind Rody, and Jay giggled a little. "Hey, hey, calm your tits, sir." Rody clicked his tongue. "Little Jay, tell Big Jay that Jake murdered me and dumped my body into the—"

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.

He picked it up, but after hearing the voice over there, his expression changed rapidly, his eyes became cold and dim, later he threw the phone to the ground. Then he opened the file again and reviewed it insensitively. At this time, Crystal was sweating, struggling in bed with nightmares. Suddenly she opened her eyes in horror and sat up abruptly. Eric held her hand and asked, “Crystal, do you have a nightmare again?” Eric still had sleepy eyes while a servant was standing behind him. Apparently, Crystal’s nightmare shocked the servant, so she immediately called Eric. Crystal had been having nightmares every night, so Eric had sent a servant to accompany her.

The corner of his mouth slowly lifted up into a smirk. The devilish smirk that graced Adrian's face, while he continued to lap up my juices, was suspicious. His eyes glinted mischievously and I knew just what he was thinking. Suddenly, like he was reading my mind, Adrian withdrew both his fingers and lips from my clit and looked down at me with a satisfied smile. "What do they say about karma, Danielle?" he asked, and without waiting for a reply from me he added, "She's a bitch that comes back to bite you in the ass. Well Danielle, your karma just bit you in your beautiful ass."