The American Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

He didn’t deserve that. So I invited them in. “Miss Knox,” Mr. Holt said quietly, eyes downcast, “I came to apologize for everything my daughter did to you.” “Please,” I said, gesturing to a chair. “Have a seat, Mr. Holt.” I didn’t acknowledge the apology. I simply wheeled myself to the other side of the room. Seeing that I wasn’t ready to dive into the Hawaii disaster, Mr. Holt took the seat in silence. Samantha hovered behind him like a statue.

I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my vein thumping in my throat. "So before taking another wrong step think about your little friend here," he spoke. He had filled the remaining distance between us and towered over me. I looked at Claire, who was staring back at me. This man has destroyed everything of me before and now, he was back to destroy me. You must be wondering who this man was and why was he after me. So, let's start from the beginning. This story began about a year ago. On my birthday night, that night which became my worst nightmare. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.

She walked to the oval mirror in the corridor and traced her fingers on the purplish-green bruises on her neck. Brianna dug her nails deep into the bruise, refreshing the wound. Dark blood dripped down her neck, and patches by patches dropped on the white marble floor forming a small pool of blood. "You want this, Satan. I only had a good face, and now you have destroyed it. Marriage? It was a beautiful dream, which now has turned into a nightmare. Satan, you are my worst nightmare." Brianna imprinted her trembling hand on Satan's picture, leaving a bloody mark on the frame.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

The boy leaves the room and I faint in the chair waiting for the return of the woman who destroyed my life, the image kept repeating itself in my mind at all times. Her small chest struggling to expand. The breaths slowing down until it was gone. I would never know what color her eyes were, if she had the same skin tone as her father, if she had hair as dark as mine. Her father ... A laugh escapes my throat, what a nightmare. All because of power. The door opens and there she is, staring at me in astonishment and staring intently at the gun in my drooping hand. "That cursed boy…" she murmurs, but soon resumes her determined and feline composure, as if she commanded everything, but now “I” ha

It was almost like he had it all planned out. Managing to hold back the hurt in my heart, I appended my signature and immediately handed it to him. The voice in my head kept reminding me that this was a wrong decision—just a means to hurt Boaz, too. Maybe. Maybe not. Different scenarios crossed my mind. Things my groom could be: a killer, a kidnapper, a trafficker. But despite my brain sending me warning signals, I still push it all away. All I wanted right now was just somewhere far away from the world.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

With a cunning smile and two, he repeated the following question in an eerie and knocking tone that had for the past while Winona just asks of him. “Have you ever slept with the happy voices that turn out to be a scream for help and from horror? A terror within your dream. A nightmare inside a nightmare. Then you realize that you understand what is a nightmare.” A cunning smile draws to his face and all long while saying those words. A clear mockery of the game that Winona just played and ended. A sly way to protest, and somehow honestly tell her that it is better to take it a bit slower than it is intended to. For in this book and world, darkness and hell are inevitable and true.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh