Sweet Nightmare Series Novels & Stories

Chapter 108 Gemma woke up with a sharp intake of breath, realizing that the reality was not the nightmare she had just breathed out gently. Before she could fully comprehend that nightmare, a hand reached out to her. Startled, Gemma quickly backed away, her vision still blurred and unclear. "AAA... Who?" Gemma shouted loudly. The sudden scream surprised the man too, but he quickly changed his expression afterward. He smiled gently and tenderly at Gemma, his eyes full of affection and longing for her.

Dammit, I felt like coming already just hearing those words, but not yet, not until I saw her limp and sated. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

I rarely sleep, my mind is never at rest to actually sleep or maybe insomnia had already seeped deeper into my system than I had expected. I was due for a haircut, my disheveled hair was a great clue. The tip of my nose stood red and pink lips, red. Wait, why were they red? Your constant biting down on it and licking, is hint enough? I rolled my eyes at my mind sassing me.

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.

Call me alpha or whatever, I don’t care. Room 3. I opened the door and revealed our class with almost 45 people. Everyone glimpse at my way as I walked and sat down my chair. “Hey Alpha...” a giggly voice echoes in my ears. Just Trixie. “Hey...” I answered back. She looked at me with wonder. “Did you get enough sleep? Your face looks horrible...” “It’s my face...” I answered back. “By the way, why is everyone so excited?”

Feeling as if she was sleeping right next to a raging fireplace, Larissa couldn't sleep well the entire night. Kevan stopped having nightmares, but he breathed a little heavily—maybe he had a stuffy nose. It rained on the mountain that night, but it wasn't heavy. The raindrops pattered against the transparent glass ceiling, and Larissa couldn't sleep from the noise.

Lila fell asleep quickly, silently crying as I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her but not wanting to make her uncomfortable. I want to show her support without making her uncomfortable in any way. I think she was just so mentally exhausted and overwhelmed that her mind needed time to recover. I can feel the pain radiating through our bond. She is devastated at the news. I stayed with her for a couple of hours, falling asleep as I inhaled her scent. Bonds can be a funny thing. We have a scent as a wolf that is unique to us. We can all smell each other, but our mates will always smell delicious to us. When they smell Lila, she will smell like cherries and almonds, but for me

Thank you all for the massive support I am getting! Thank you for the votes, comments, subscriptions, and unlocking. I love you all!!! Eyes closed in sleep She begins to drift And as her subconscious Takes a peep At the dream world She senses defeat Shattering her world With no one To defend it. PenaciousShewa Wanda is seated in bed, her back resting against her huge pillows. She is biting her fingernails in apprehension. Her palms are sweaty and so is her forehead. Her whole body is still vibrating, an aftereffect of the terrible nightmare that she has just woken up from.

It sounds almost vulnerable. I stare up at him, my grip on the blanket loosening just a fraction as a memory surfaces. “A nightmare…” I murmur, looking closely at the weariness etched into his features. “You told me once before... that you suffer from insomnia. That you rarely sleep. And that Katniss, your fiancée, gives you a tonic that helps you sleep every night.” Sven lets out a dry, bitter breath that sounds almost like a laugh, though there is no humor in it. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with an unreadable expression. “Is this you being jealous?”