Strawberry Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

Sabrina let out. *********** It wasn't supposed to feel great but Simon had just woken up to the scent of strawberry pancakes. He tried to flicker his eyes open but lost it, but after multiple tries he had them opened. His head wouldn't stop pounding and his eyes felt heavy. The moment he was reminded of what happened last night, he instantly became worried about his pack. What had happened? Sabrina, "You seemed to be awake. You have to drink from this to get your head straight," the voice of a woman let out to him, making him turn to stare at the stranger handing him something greenish to drink.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

Divina POV . . "That b*tch has got the nerve to back out, huh?!" I slammed my palm on the white mattress while sitting straight, the duvet covering my breasts rolled down exposing half of my nudity. Franco and I were in heated sex when that other spoiled daughter of a filthy billionaire called, only to threaten me to back out of our vicious plan. I lost my appetite at once. I felt Franco's hand snaking around my tummy while groaning, his annoyed face burying under my twins.

she threatened and it was amazing how this snake had gone unnoticed before my eyes and I had come to love her and help her so much to make her pay me this way. "You know, I think I have told you before, but again I will repeat I don't like to be manipulated and much less to be blackmailed, so I will give you a much better option, I will give you 100 thousand dollars, you will return to Malibu and you will never again appear in front of me or Isabella after signing a confidentiality agreement, you decide whether you accept or not, but I assure you it would be the best thing you can do, because if you don't do it I am even capable of forgetting that we are united by blood. " I said in a calm v

The strong metallic smell inside made Gemma cover her nose in fear that she would vomit if she continued to inhale it. Inside the room, it was very dark since there was no light. Gemma turned on the flashlight on her phone and looked for the light switch. As she could see everything clearly, she couldn't shake off the fear in her heart. The meeting point was here, but she didn't see anyone. Just as she thought she had come to the wrong place, she heard a few small noises. "Hello! Who's there?" Gemma called out. But no one answered. Gemma became even more anxious, afraid that the letter was just a prank, but if it was really a prank, how did the writer of the letter know that her son was bein

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

All that panic for… this? He glanced up at me, smirking like he’d been expecting me this whole time. Oh, I wanted to wipe that smug look right off his stupidly perfect face. He had me worried sick, and here he was, looking like the poster boy for “effortlessly infuriating.” “Hey, girlfriend,” he said casually, standing up and tugging out an earbud like he hadn’t just shaved five years off my life. Great. Just great. Imagine the headlines: “Teen girl in crop top dies from stress after finding her boyfriend shirtless.”

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

I agreed easily. I heard him mutter a few choice words under his breath at me, probably still upset, but I just ignored him, shifting into a more comfortable position as I counted to three. I gave a little wave in the direction the camera should be. “Hey guys, I'm Strings. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, one of them being who the hell I am. Before I get into all that, though, I should thank you guys for watching. Now, as for your questions, they are going to be read by our famous guest, the one and only Nightmare Master. Since I'm blind, I need someone like him to read the questions for me don't ask him to come in front of the, camera. He doesn't like to, and it really upsets him when

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..