Strawberry Nightmare Novels & Stories

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

“ I don't want to know “ , she muffled in between her words , struggling to stay in a corner , her mind seems to be in jeopardy. Suddenly, she jerked awake, sweat cringed her brows , slowly dripping towards her face. Her cloth were soaked in sweat , the light satin nightwear she had worn the night before smelled of sweat . The bed looked like it had experienced terror. Her breath hitched, beating faster as seconds passed by . Her hands trembled gripping the bed stand as she slowly squeezed through the blanket, her plastic nails digging deeper into the white sheets. She saw it!, but she couldn't remember what it was. The more she tried to remember , the more the nightmare faded. The door barg

I attempted to place the glass on the table, but he stopped me and took it from me so I didn't have to stretch. “Do you remember this place?” he asked. I tried not to allow my eyes to wander. Of course, I remember, why won't I? This is a place that holds many memories of us. “It has so many memories of us.” He continued. I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I don't want to remember those times which I once thought were the good times. But I do. However, I couldn't separate the memories from the naive girl. I still have nightmares of that day, the day his stepfather died.

This wasn’t anywhere I knew. The room was… breathtaking. Walls of soft, warm grey. Tall windows covered by curtains of rich, dark silk. The bed I was in was huge and impossibly soft, the sheets cool and smooth. Everything spoke of quiet, immense wealth. It was serene. Beautiful. For one dizzy second, I thought, Am I dead? Is this heaven? Then, the memory crashed down on me like a wave of ice. The fall. The blood. The loss. Julian’s cold eyes.

STELLA’S POV “No… no… please…!” I jerked awake with a sharp scream, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my body drenched in sweat. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My eyes darted around the room, searching… expecting to see her. But there was no one. I swallowed hard, placing a trembling hand on my chest. “It was just a dream.” I whispered to myself. But it didn’t feel like one. I have been feeling restless and having terrible nightmares ever since that day in the kitchen, the day I heard her conversation with someone on the phone.

The many hair ties scattered around random places and the milk box on her nightstand. I wasn’t thinking at this point. I picked up the box. It was empty. I pulled the straw out and brought it to my nose. It was a familiar scent. Tied to the taste I still couldn’t get out of my mind. I dropped the box and turned to her form on the bed. I was tempted to brush some of the hair that had fallen on her face back, so I could look at her closely, but I didn't. Being here was creepy enough. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips slightly parted. I looked away immediately.

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

Linda warned. " Yes, I won't ". She replied and they continued with what they were doing. ********** Later in the night, Maya was having a nightmare, as she kept tossing her head. She dreamt of being tied to a chair in a dark room and her mouth was tied up, she tried screaming and calling for help, but she couldn't. Then someone appeared in front of her holding a knife. " You ruined my life and I will make sure I kill you!". The Strange voice said angrily, she raised the knife and tried stabbing her in her tummy.

Flowers, screams, wolf, woman, death. Was my nightmare becoming a reality?