The American Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

Her mind was still troubled, however, by the ominous feeling that this won't be the last of the nightmares. The warnings in her dreams might continue until she finally takes heed of them. She knew she had to dig deeper to uncover the truth behind the threats that could change her life forever. The nightmares may hold the key, if only she could discern their meaning in time. ** ** “Ah,no!” Lebotha woke up panting heavily and sweating in her silky white gown. The loud noise that came from her clearly woke Alpha Damon up who had just drifted to sleep after coming to bed late. He was perturbed at first by the frightening noise from Lebotha. He rubbed his face in distress “is it one of your night

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

WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME READERS MIGHT NOT REALLY APPRECIATE (R18 PARTS). PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION AS YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS CHAPTER. TONY'S POV The alarm rings by 5 am on the dot but I am already awake. I have been awake for the past two hours because I was awakened by a nightmare. The same nightmare that always starts the same way; Everybody would be in the living room of my mansion and we would all be having fun and playing board games and generally having fun. Then all of a sudden, some faceless guys barge into the house and then they kill everybody except me. I start to cry knowing that it was all my fault and then I wake up sweating and gasping for air.

I haven't slept in a long time and anytime I plan to sleep, the nightmares keep coming. I needed a cure for all the heartaches and problems but, no one was ready to help. My family tried all they could to make sure I was comfortable and happy but It was all futile because they abandoned me when I needed them the most. I stood up from bed due to insomnia and walked down to my study room to read a book on nightmares. As I glanced through the pages of the book, my mind went off to my new personal assistant. she was something and the purpose of my hiring her was to find out what she meant by me being her husband. Even her voice resembled the woman's voice in my nightmares. Was it coincidental or

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

She glanced over it and moved to the second one. It had a bunch of figures written down. Why would she have needed uber or to have more internet? Didn't she have a vehicle? She'd been in a car accident where she'd been driving. She was really confused now. She flipped through that book, too. At the end of it, she saw what looked like a code. What did that go to? A password maybe? Did she have a password on her phone? She decided to put everything back and lay down. She was actually tired. She'd just take a quick nap. She didn't even realize she had fallen asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I answered Patrick still seemed confused so I stood up and walked over to him. "May I?" I asked holding out my hands. He looked worried but placed his hands in mine. Craig stepped up to my back and put his arm around me, protectively. I looked into Patrick's eyes. {He's happy not to be the next Alpha. He hopes that Craig will keep him as a first though. He likes that position. It's powerful but not as dangerous and he needs to keep his family safe. He has two little boys at home and a newly changed wife, Virginia the one you met at the party. They were going to wait to change her and have another child but when the Nightmare came, he didn't want to risk her getting sick. He adores her and hi

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.