Smiling Critters Nightmare Novels & Stories

lol◉‿◉. Sadly, we've come to the end of "A Stripper's Nightmare". Can I know your favorite scene from the book?]

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

When it smiled, I saw teeth like broken glass. "It's me." We were too late. The real nightmare was just beginning.

As Kit looked out into the backyard, she could see the pieces of trash thrown everywhere that was coated in the slimy concoction that looked like congealed blood. It was something that could inspire horror movies from the looks of it. She understood why Mitsuhide didn’t want her to see it or the other guys in the house as well. She knew they would downplay anything just to keep her calm. She almost smiled at that. She knew they all were trying. Things were looking like that other shoe was falling right now. She took a deep breath and turned around and looked at the door for a minute.

A high-pitched, gut-wrenching screech pierced my ears. Standing just inside the door to his hoarder's lair, the Erelim was shrieking, as his many eyes surveyed the chaos of the Vaults. He looked bigger than he had before. Gone was the frail-looking old man, now his bulk filled the doorway in which he stood, his head touching the top of the frame, as if he'd just consumed the Eat Me cake from Alice's crazy world. Glaring at Ethan, he opened his mouth wide and screamed, and on his tongue, another eye appeared, a bloodshot eyeball protruding from the saliva-drenched pink flesh.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Tears fell down her cheeks. Some of The Nightmares suddenly formed a face on their head. Bulges appeared on their heads. Familiar faces to Astrid appeared in each of The Nightmares' heads. It sounded like bones creaking as The Nightmares tried to bring a face into its head. "No way!" exclaimed Astrid, gasping. She recognized the faces on The Nightmares' head. It was the faces of her friends. The Nightmares hissed while dripping poisonous saliva from its mouth. SKRIIIIIIIIICK!!!!

He'd said, "Chiara, don't be afraid. You've got me." In hindsight, that wasn't salvation. That had been a carefully built cage. Dante and Luciano, the two brothers—one had played god for me in the light, and the other had played the devil in the dark. They shared me, like they were toying with a declawed, defanged pet. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. I took out my phone and dialed a number. A lazy, teasing voice came through on the other end of the line, "Well, well. Finally remembering me, bella mia?"

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

He raised his two fingers. “Either the killers won or vice versa… ?” Smiley asked rhetorically still pressed for an answer because he wasn’t sure. “Correct.” “This is quite interesting.” Smart rubbed his chin, pondering hard. “Regardless of the result, we can sprinkle the seed of discord amongst them and give them terror in their dreams.” “Two birds with one stone.” Crazy was impressed. Mad shook his head. “No, three birds with one stone. Giving them endless nightmares.” He gaped at his own word, desperately looking at Orange.