Swapdream Nightmare Novels & Stories

Where did that passion go? Crystal’s face turned an embarrassing shade of red, and she said, “I didn’t do anything to you last night, did I, dear Professor Davis? I suffer from Sexsomnia. It is a medical condition that causes me to engage in sex acts while in NREM sleep. It is not something that I can help with!” “I guess you’ll never know what happened.” Nathan laughed, and then he asked her if she would have sex with him for Mr. Ford’s sake. Crystal sighed and said that she would.

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

" My breath caught. That wasn't just a nightmare. It was her previous life, a reality we both endured. "I already paid the price with my life. Why can't Christine just let me go?" Then, her sobs turned frantic. "Mom, she said she swapped me with her daughter. Does that mean in my dream, I was your real daughter? But in reality, I became her daughter and stole everything that rightfully belonged to your daughter… "Mom, please don't hate me. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!" "Joyce," I murmured as I gently patted her back. "That wasn't a dream. It was our shared past. I'm sorry. I failed to protect you back then. But never again. You're my daughter—my one and only."

Now, the memory felt like the cruelest joke imaginable. After leaving the bathroom, I picked up my phone and searched for a professional disappearance service. Then, I dialed the number. “I’d like to purchase your highest-level death simulation package. The date will be… seven days from now.” It would be the day of our wedding. Before I could finish speaking, a surprised voice sounded behind me. “Clara, who are you talking to at this hour of the night?" My heart leaped out of my chest, and I immediately hung up.

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

As the moon hung high over the forest, the rot began its work, weaving personalized nightmares designed to fracture the pack's unity. In their room, the Beta thrashed against the sheets, his brow furrowed in a cold sweat. He dreamed of a world where Ginny’s heartbeat suddenly went silent, his arms empty as the life he had built vanished into a void. Beside him, Ginny was trapped in a meta-nightmare; she dreamed that her entire reality—her love for Jax, her pregnancy, her home—was nothing but a cruel hallucination planted in her mind by Leela’s overwhelming power, a "fake life" designed to keep her from noticing Leela’s sudden departure.

I didn't understand I'd made the incorrect decision, and as a result, two innocent people had died. My twin sister and the Old woman. "Ron...please don't go!" I heard Dum whisper something in his sleep, which caused me to turn to stare at his sleeping face. I placed the photo on the table and approached Dum, who was suffering a nightmare in his dream. "Sir wake up you're having a nightmare" I tried waking him up by calling his name. But Dum didn't wake up and remained in his nightmare. I can see his sweaty face and suffering expression. It also hurts me to see him in that state. What type of nightmare did he have to get this way?

"Nik calls them the 'jump'— when my dream would change to another dream. It does feel like jumping for me. So far, the most jumps I had in one night are six. Usually, I'd just get three jumps, or two when I'm lucky. The more jumps I do, the sicker I feel in the morning. So, that time I had five jumps a night, I felt like dying in the morning." Eli went on. "Nik and Noah gave my dreams names. The white room, the free fall, the graveyard, the horde, the dark side, and the beach. In the white room, I'm trapped inside a room that's white everywhere, with no doors or windows. No matter how much I scream, no one can hear me. And then a door will somehow eventually appear, and then I will go throug