Sorority Nightmares Novels & Stories

In the dream, I was involved in a threesome with Nicholas and Sebastian, and they seemed perfectly fine with it. I woke up with a start, knowing it had to be a dream. In reality, Nicholas would never tolerate such a situation, and the thought of them fighting each other over me seemed absurd. I stood up from the bed and dialed my best friend's number. She picked up almost immediately. "I'm so confused, Sonia. I just had a terrible nightmare," I said, my breath still heavy. Sonia panicked, "What happened?"

The daunting task of unpacking her life back into a room she could call home, but in reality was just a nice place to hide her things upset her stomach, so Rori decided to just go to bed and cross her fingers she had a dreamless night. Unfortunately for Rori, her slumber was full of nightmares of her burning down the school and every time she woke up from the terror and tried to continue back to sleep it was the same, she would wake up in class or in the hall completely naked and on fire, but she wasn't burning it was more like she was composed of fire. After about the fifth time of waking up sweating, Rori decided she would just get up, it was about half an hour before she needed to start g

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

Dimitri grabbed her hand and started dragging her away as she yelled on top of her voice, stretching her other hand and trying to reach Leo who was coughing out blood but as Dimitri finally won and dragged her out of the place, she woke up. It has been all a dream, she looked around as she was now sweating profusely. She checked the time, it was just some minutes past 7pm, she rubbed her eyes wondering if her mom was already back from work. She walked out of her room to the living room and found everything quiet. She went to her mom's room to check up on her and found out she wasn't back yet. She sighed, regretting why she didn't go to the party because she knew her mom wouldn't come back ea

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

" The officer produced another set of documents. "Kenny Freud, 24 years old, unemployed, with multiple detentions for online gambling. "One week before New Year's, he amassed a 30,000-dollar gambling debt. We have reason to believe Sarah's disappearance was coordinated with Giselle and Kathryn to create chaos and confusion." The truth unfolded, layer by bloody layer, in front of everyone. There were no innocent victims here. No pure sisterly bond. Only a pregnant teenage girl kept by a middle-aged man, a perfectionist obsessed with extreme aesthetics and willing to harm herself, and a girl deceiving for money to cover her gambler brother's debts.

Raped by a demon that thinks he has ownership over me. “Ashton.” My body is forcefully shaken. My name shouted into my face. “Damn it, Ashton. Wake up.” Carden’s voice snaps me out of my horror and I quickly compose myself. “You were having a nightmare.” He says sheepishly. “And? Can’t the nightmare girl have nightmares of her own.” I meet his eyes, but he quickly looks away. Did I say something, do something to give my nightmare away? “I think the entire complex could hear you screaming. I thought…” His words die off.

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

My bloodline is more important than that. “I just… I went to see Nic,” our gazes clash quickly before her eyes dart to her feet when I give her my Alpha stare. “Whatever, sleep early cause we have an appointment first thing tomorrow morning, don’t spend your time doing rubbish.” I try to sleep and what I’ve been experiencing for the past four nights happen again. Everytime I go to bed, I end up having terrible nightmares and wake up sweaty, feeling numb then I hallucinate before I come back to consciousness.

Someone needs to confiscate my hormones and reboot my brain. “Is this normal?” I muttered, swiping sweaty hair out of my face. “Like… Do people have this issue? Supernatural stress-induced sex dreams about guys who literally threatened to murder each other over you before lunch?” I looked down at my chains, snorted, and rolled my eyes. “I need a support group. Or an exorcism. Or both.” I flopped back on the pillow, covered my face, and let out a long, dramatic groan. “If this is what Avenmoor does to your head after one day, no wonder half these people look like they haven’t slept since the Bronze Age.”