Sweet Nightmare Novels & Stories

Kayla asked while pointing in a certain direction. In that direction was a young man. Surrounding him was the smell of piss and sweat. The boy's face was pale and a look of horror and hopelessness was imprinted onto it. He looked traumatized and the boy was none other than Jace. "Hey, you!" Lucas called out harshly. The boy flinched before looking back at Lu7cas, his whole body trembling. Seeing his reaction, Lucas broke out into a large grin but to Jace, that was the devil's grin.

“WHAT?” YANA ASKED Misha while Yana stared at her while she stared at Soren who was now at the coffee bar talking to a barista. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Misha would probably have preferred seeing a ghost as it was less scary than seeing Soren here in the same place with him after her dream about him that occurred just a few days ago and was still vivid on her mind. And all the details of the dream came rushing back towards her. Yes, she could now remember that hard, thick long thing poking her while Soren was on top of her buck naked and his eyes brimming and burning with lust.

I still had my parents and I felt I had more friends but still, she gets the men as usual. "Damn you Chrissy!" I hissed. My forehead creased when I saw the caller. I mumbled a bad word. (CHRISTINA) I moaned and stretched my body. I had a nice dream. I dreamt that Trevor woke me up and he was holding a bunch of flowers. He had his usual sexy grin as he looked at me. I smiled and purred like a cat before opening my eyes slowly. Hello my beautiful sleepyhead." Trevor said huskily as he stared at me lovingly.

Then I headed for my room where I dropped the box next to my bed and slumped onto the bed. I turned over and over on the bed. I kept doing this because I couldn't bring myself to sleep. I couldn't keep my mind off the sweet that was given to me by the strange girl. Hence I sat up and decided to give it a try. Even if it didn't work, they couldn't kill me, right? I reached for the box and then grabbed the jar that was in it. The sweet was in the color lemon. It looked like it was glowing. Suddenly, I reasoned that it could be poisoned.

I need to sleep to forget my problems. I smiled. Sweet disastrous prom..

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

Miserably. The nightmares had intensified, my sleep terrors worsening with each passing night. I'd wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, and my mates would be there, holding me, trying to calm me down. They hadn't slept properly in months, sacrificing their own rest to comfort me. It was a lonely existence, devoid of intimacy, and I feared it was a consequence of what they'd witnessed. My mouth, defiled, still tasted of his tongue, the disgust lingering like a bad omen. I'd lost count of the times I'd brushed and spat, trying to erase the memory.