The American Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

"I shall excuse myself, do enjoy your meal." Natalia went to her room, feeling drained before she could take a shower a tiny note on her bedside table caught her attention. Dear Natalia, Don't be sad, I heard the Americans aren't that bad. -R Natalia felt an emotion she didn't feel in a long time. She was scared. - End Of Chapter 15: Fallen & American -

“Turns out God’s finally doing his job. I didn’t even have to touch you—your enemies are doing it for me.” “Watching someone take revenge on my behalf? That’s healing. Maybe I won’t have nightmares tonight.” She deliberately emphasized the word nightmare. Sure enough, Barry’s hand twitched violently. He’d been suffering from increasingly frequent nightmares. Every time he woke up, he was drenched in sweat, haunted by rage and fear. The mental torment had him on the brink of collapse. “Amanda... what do you want from me?” he asked with clenched teeth. She laughed. “That again? You people really have no imagination.”

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

However, little did he know that his actions would soon catch up with him, and the truth would be revealed to the world. He forgot about Racheal and started sleeping around with ladies. As Peter tried to carry on with his life, the guilt he felt for his wife's death began to consume him. Every night he had nightmares about the accident, and every day he felt like he was being watched by the police. He began to drink heavily, hoping to numb the pain and forget about what he had done. However, his excessive drinking only made things worse. He started to become paranoid and thought that he was seeing his wife's ghost everywhere he went. He would hear her voice whispering to him in the night, ta

62 Alex I couldn’t sleep again that night. I tried—God knows I tried—but every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Liam, bleeding out in that alley, his lifeless eyes staring into mine. The nightmare had shaken me to my core, leaving me drenched in sweat, my heart hammering in my chest. The room was dark and still, but my mind raced with fragments of the message, the nightmare, and the growing sense that something was horribly wrong. "I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you."

"Now go to bed, Angela. Your training starts immediately after school. So run down home after. I'll be waiting. Good night" Angela was terrified. She didn't want to have to become an animal, at least not one like Leo. But it's a werewolf job to do that. She understood that much. She laid on her bed, hoping not to become a monster like her bully also with the downsides and upsides to becoming a wolf. A power she didnt think she had but wouldn't mind exploring. ============================================= Next morning, Angela woke up with a full mind and body, with memories of what happened the last night. Still hoping it was a nightmare. She often had nightmares this didn't seem like a probl

J Jeannine jerked from the vision, once again back on the Sultana. “You don’t remember that last bit, do you?” said Papa Nightmare. “The New York papers had a field day with the story. ‘Horror in the Stacks’ was the headline. They said they found books on New Orleans state law strewn around the remains. Which, of course, told us all who was responsible.” Papa Nightmare finally walked into Jeannine’s line of sight. “You get it now, little plaçage, don’t you?” “What . . . what am I supposed to get?”

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.