Strawberry Nightmare Novels & Stories

It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.' For a brief moment, I wondered who Ricky was, a flicker of jealousy arising within me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

“I had a really scary nightmare last night.” Her words piqued Lucien and Lysander’s interest, and everyone was looking at her now. “A scary nightmare?” I repeated, my own chest slamming. If the ever-courageous Scarlett could get really scared by a dream, then it meant that it must be something really serious. “Can you share it with us?” “Of course. The nightmare is not really clear, so we will have to figure out the meaning together. In the nightmare, I saw thousands of people throwing raw eggs at the three of you. They were saying incoherent words.”

"I thought you were sleeping." "Hard to sleep with all that mumbling," Damien teased. — Oh , damn it. Sorry. It's a bad habit. - Don't worry. But I'm curious. Does a strawberry parfait cost six thousand dollars? She flipped through the pages and he looked down at a milkshake-colored lace slip. Of Strawberry. He let out a whistle. "That's ridiculous." Her sagging lines made him think of melted ice cream, and yet there was a big thing at the waist, which was probably a bow, but it looked like a bow.

Just a nightmare. What was happening?

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

She did not like it when people interfered with her secrets, and she knew Cass would despise it as well. Hae Mina closed her eyes and soon a dream overtook her. Once again the dream morphed into a nightmare. Nightmare Hae Jae-Woo’s small boney fingers clamped over Hae Mina’s mouth. She bit the inside of her lip to keep from making noise. Tears streamed down her eyes as the blood continued to ooze from her palm. The dream shifted. Hae Mina began to kick and scream as the cop forced her to hold still. “Let me go!” she demanded as she squirmed in the air. Hae Jae-Woo began to struggle in the cops' grips.

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.

Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered. I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries. As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head. Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window. Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered. I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.

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.