The American Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

I didn't know that seeing him suffer will bring satisfaction to me. I will be your living nightmare. Remonise.

She stretched her arms, looking around the room. Her heart nearly dropped when she noticed the man still heavily asleep behind her. She looked down at her chest and a small gasp escaped her lips. She quickly grabbed the blankets and covered her exposed chest. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She muttered under her breath. The memories of the other night were slowly flooding her head. It was like everything was coming to her all at once. She’d had sex, with a stranger nonetheless. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Except it was.

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

That's all I'm asking. Think about it . Sure. But how was I meant to think when my head was a jumbled mess of jagged memories and nightmares, of a hope I hardly dared to allow myself, because let's face it, where had hope ever gotten me before? Closing the book, Ethan placed it by his side on the bed. 'Here,' he said. 'I want to show you something.'

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

Phil was on a high alert when he went home, every movement in the corner of his eye made him turn his head to look at it, he felt paranoid like someone was stalking him. Phil arrived at his house and quickly ran upstairs to his bedroom after locking his front door, even at home Phil did not completely feel safe since he was all alone. He locked his bedroom door and desperately looked for the book of dreams to search for answers to his nightmares. Phil searched and searched looking for more secrets in the book flipping the pages of the book aggressively. Phil felt his rage suddenly rising, he suddenly went mad like wanting to itch an itch in his phantom limb. "AAHHHHH!"

How selfish of me to think that he will understand me when I couldn't understand myself? When I'm about to sleep I couldn't sleep a wink. As my dreams were now turned into nightmares. A nightmare where Aaron was always in a blood pool while me heplessly crying and whimpering for him to wake up. It's all my fault! *****

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”