Sweet Nightmare Novels & Stories

Arya Pierce, the daughter of a maid working in the Rivera family home. Causing an accident on a very important day during work, Arya was left with no other choice but to marry the second son of the Rivera family, a man she had never met until that very day. Her only wish is to make him fall in love with her to break him, just like he did to her. But will she complete her plan to the very end? Or will she give in? Ryker Rivera, cold, handsome, and ruthless but unlike the eldest in his family, he was reliable. The only way he could obtain the family business was by getting married and unfortunately, he set his eyes on Arya. With his dark past haunting him, he was sure love was the last thing that would happen in his life. But is that really true?

She's broken. The father she loved and the city she calls home broke her and there are no pills or injections that can heal her. Her blood calls for blood. Her abusive father had paid for it first and it cost him his life. It's Brakstone City's turn. Revenge has never been this bloody sweet. ••• READERS SHOULD BE 18 YEARS OLD AND ABOVE • STRONG LANGUAGE • MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT •GORE SCENES AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Gemma forced Jethro Thompson to marry her, thinking that the marriage of her own choice would be happy and rosy, but it was the exact opposite. Gemma persisted in maintaining this failed marriage because her love for Jethro Thompson was too great, she was too in love with this man. Until one day her father's company goes bankrupt and Jethro Thompson brings back a woman who closely resembles Gemma. Jethro Thompson's cruelty and betrayal caused Gemma to lose faith in this marriage completely, she wanted a divorce. Jethro Thompson kills her dying father on her deathbed in front of her. Years later, Gemma, in the presence of her son and Jethro Thompson, committed suicide on a cliff. Her last words as she jumped down with her husband: “You forced me to witness my father's death, so I made your son witness his mother's death!”

Ares Vasilios and Luciana Milano met 4 years ago at a new year's eve party, when they shared a short moment of magic and passion. Three years later their paths cross again. What drama would unfold for them? Will they feel the same sparks they felt 4 years ago?

Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. ___ He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time.

*Sneak peak* "You are a psycho Satan, I will run away one day" Brianna yelled from behind the closed door. *sneered* "You are my slave, and you have no right to talk back. Do what I say if you don't want punishment. Be a good girl darling" Satan laughed, a wicked laugh which shook the walls of tall mansion Brianna fell in love with the devil and that was her biggest mistake. His love and care; everything was fake. He, himself was fake. He was the nightmare that haunted her each day and each night. He was a Ruthless Billionaire and no one dared to speak in front of him. People shivered at the mention of his name. He was the SATAN of the underworld. Will Satan ever see Brianna's love for him or will he lose her for the sake of his lust? Will Brianna ever be able to forgive him and be free from this forced Relationship?

My brother-in-law started making a fuss about wanting to spend Christmas vacation at the beach, so I decided we'd make it a family trip. When my husband's adoptive sister got wind of it, she insisted on tagging along with her kid. Without a second thought, my husband went ahead and booked plane tickets for everyone—except me. He expected me to drive there with all the luggage. I thought at least someone in the family would speak up for me, but no, they all sided with him. Fine. If that's how they want it, then we'll go our separate ways—what's theirs is theirs, and what's mine is mine. But the moment I took that stance, the whole family suddenly started panicking…

Sujoy Khanna has always prided himself on being irresistible. He lives by one rule—love is a myth, and commitment is a trap. A notorious playboy, he doesn't believe in love—until the day he fell head over heels... for a cake. One bite, and he was smitten. Determined to find the baker behind the masterpiece, he crosses paths with Sneha—a breathtakingly beautiful woman who, to his shock, is completely immune to his legendary charm. The more she ignores him, the more obsessed he becomes. For the first time in his life, Sujoy is the one chasing. But just when he thinks he’s ready to trade in his carefree ways for something real, fate throws him a twist he never saw coming—a child in the park who is his mirror image. His dad wants him to marry the boy's mom. Now, Sujoy isn’t just fighting for Sneha’s heart—he’s unraveling a past he never knew existed. Can the ultimate playboy handle the ultimate surprise? Or will this be the one story where he’s not in control of the ending?

This was Angela Cassiel's last year in high school. She had planned to spend the last year smoothly and welcomed her she-wolf when she turned 18. She may even find her mate. But she didn't expect her bully, Leo Miller to come back. Leo had always bullied Angela since they met in middle school. Leo kept bullying Angela, because Angela's father was the reason his mother and sister died. And he wanted Angela to pay for her father's mistake. Angela had no idea of this. She just knew Leo hated her to the guts. She tried to fight against Leo several times, but she was no match for him. Two Years ago, Leo transferred to another school because of family issues. Angela was glad to get rid of the bully bandage. And she thought they would probably never see each other. But her peaceful life was shattered, again, by Leo Miller's return. What would happen next? Would Angela fight against Leo bravely this time?

Complete!!!!!! She grew in wealth without the love she needed the most. In a world with customs and traditions, her upbringing was her destruction. She was trained to make men bend their knees at the sight of her smile yet she bores pure innocence. Then, she was sold to the highest bidder for what her family calls an initiation before she turns a woman. What would happen to her? Would she fall in love to the enigmatic prince who bought her? What would happen if she delve herself on her darkest desires? ...... Hot breath tickled my nose and the smell of my favorite vanilla potpourri filled me. I opened my eyes. Gray met me, like a cluster of angry clouds. "Good morning," the guy whispered in my face. His proximity made me hold my breath. The guy won the bidding and I wasn't wrong. His stare held intensity. He backed down, going to his seat, across from mine. My head snapped to the side; the morning lights seeped through the window beside me. White cumulus clouds parted as the plane flew us above the horizon. I must be asleep for too long that they were able to transfer me from the helicopter to the plane. I snapped back my attention to the guy, "What's your name?" I asked the first question that popped in my mind, being able to let go of the building tensions. "I'm An--" A chuckle escaped from the guy. "No need for proper introductions but as you initiated. I am Yulian." He scratched his chin, looking for my reactions, his thick accent indicated Russian descent. "And you, milady is going to be Mi Eliza, my wife." "Wife? But--" I stopped couldn’t able to form the right words to say. "For a year, yes."