So The Nightmare Begins Again Novels & Stories

I run and run without any directions until I scrape my knees. I flinch and opened my eyes. It was just a dream, no , a nightmare. Even in my sleep they are hunting me. Can't they just leave me be in peace ? I rummage through my reviewers I'll just focus my time in reviewing. I want to make myself super busy that I won't have time to think of them. I went out of my room and borrowed Izzy's reviewer. She silently hand it over without asking anything. I know they have so many questions but they dont want to force me to open up of I am.not yet ready.

-Carolina" My face turns blue after reading the note. I fell to the ground on my knees and started crying. I feel so crushed, so empty and alone. Oh my god, what have I done? I try getting up. My entire body is shaking because of how nervous I am. “CAROL, CAROL!” I scream, while running around the house looking for my wife. I don’t hear anything besides the sound of my echoes bouncing back from the walls. I stand downstairs by the front door looking around.

He knows that I was not a virgin. I woke up sweating. Oh, it was a dream. A dream. I tried to calm myself down as I sighed. ---------------- I could hear the distant chirping of birds, the sunlight and fresh hair sweeps in through the open window. The other side of bed was cold due to absence of my husband. I had a nightmare, that's it. Everything is going to be fine. I try to boost my confidence. I stretched my arms out to check my phone that was lying near the bed, it's 4 in the morning.

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.

How easy they think it is to manipulate me. But they're wrong. I've had enough. Tomorrow, I start putting my plan in motion. And by the time I'm done with them, they'll wish they had never crossed me. -- I wake up in the middle of the night, gasping and shivering. My head is spinning, my body drenched in cold sweat. The nightmare is still vivid in my mind—the memories it dragged up, the ones I try so hard to bury. The explosion, the fire, the pain… everything rushes back in a suffocating wave.

Exactly as it had been before the nightmare began. The cycle wasn't broken. It had just reset.

The silence that followed was louder than any scream. And in that moment I realized the nightmare was not over. It had only just begun.

Caelen would start over—stripped of every deal, every dollar, every illusion of power he’d clung to. The boss would become the busboy again, back to waiting tables, scraping for tips, wondering where it all went wrong. And this time? There’d be no one left to catch him when he fell.

I close my eyes. The game is over. But the nightmare? The nightmare has only just begun.

And now, with her eighteenth birthday just two days from today, her nightmare became more prolonged and hotter, as if she was soaked and boiled. Glancing at the alarm clock on her side table, Cent groaned when she found out it was still three AM. Like always, she would wake up every three AM from that hellish dream. Sitting up, Cent fisted her long raven-colored hair. “Fucking perfect,” mumbled Cent. Her day would always start like this. Waking up from some weird psychotic dream, she would spend the remaining hours of dawn doing yoga as she listened to the soft tune of Mozart’s piece through her Bluetooth earphone.