Swapdream Nightmare Novels & Stories

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Unlike the previous night when I had trouble falling asleep, I drift off almost immediately. Despite the ease with which I fall asleep, my sleep is troubled by more nightmares. It’s no surprise that a cyclops invades my dreams, as do a pack of snarling wolves larger than any wolf should be and a giant fire-breathing dragon. I’m about to be engulfed by its fiery breath when my dream shifts to a more pleasant vision—one that’s as easily understandable as the rest. Instead of roasting me, the dragon’s fire broils a nice plump turkey, which I proceed to feast on. I guess energy bars can only take a girl so far before imagination takes over.

But Dominic had already turned off his phone, focused entirely on reaching Amber. Dominic didn't see Ryan's message as he approached Amber's room. He could hear restless movement from inside, confirming Liam's concerns about her sleep. He used the spare key Liam had given him and quietly entered the room. Amber was trapped in a nightmare, her body thrashing against the sheets. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she relived traumatic memories. In her dream, she saw flashes of horror - a bloody silver whip cutting through the air, a scarred man wielding a silver knife with cruel intent, and a mentally challenged man whose presence filled her with inexplicable dread.

Another sleepless night in what's becoming an endless parade of them. Viktor's words echo in my skull: I have eyes on your little bird, Sergei. I push myself upright, muscles screaming in protest. My body feels like I've been beaten with a fucking baseball bat, every joint stiff with tension I can't release. The nightmares are getting worse— more vivid, more detailed, more fucking real. Every night it's the same horror show: Slava disappearing, Tamara bleeding, and me powerless to save either of them. I stumble to the bathroom, leaning over the basin and splashing cold water on my face. Stubble grazes my fingertips from a beard that's grown scraggly with neglect. I look like a fucking vagran

Deep. Dreamless.and safe.

51 Little-angel POV I laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness. In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.

It pricks at the edges of my drowsy mind, prodding me back to a consciousness I'm not yet ready to embrace. Last night, my dreams took a fantastical turn. I imagined myself transformed into a merman, alongside Esme who had become a mermaid. Together, we frolicked in the luxurious, jacuzzi-style bathtub I own, splashing playfully with our tails and sharing laughter. A dreamy kiss with Esme left me in a blissful haze. However, the sweetness of the dream soon twisted into a nightmare. Stephanie and the Alpha appeared, forcibly separating us, and harshly tucking us into bed. Our mermaid tails had vanished, replaced by human feet—what a strange and disconcerting dream it was.

A recurring dream could make you wonder if it's real. I have to disappoint you as I share my recurring nightmare where I wake up every night to my reality, wishing I was in a different place. I experience daily disappointment as my wish never becomes a reality, exhausted from constantly feeling sorry for myself. I start my day by getting up and getting ready. Luna Stella dislikes me because mate, Alpha Monte, is obsessed with me.

Alpha Ortega Damon I sprang up on the bed panting heavily, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. I look at the time and saw it was 12:30 am which means I have only slept for thirty minutes before having this nightmare I growled in anger and climbed down from the bed. I walked to my window and stood with my two hands crossed behind my back. This nightmare has been haunting me for the past twenty-six years. I never had a good sleep for twenty-six years, my past haunts me like a prey

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym