The Mission The Nightmares Novels & Stories

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.

And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams? She stripped her nightshirt off and got in the shower. Once she felt more relaxed, she got out. She hadn’t told Mark about the nightmares she’d been having. He’d been so sweet the past five months. They had even planned Christian’s birthday party. It was this weekend. She dried off and walked out to the bedroom. She opened the drawer to grab some pajamas when she heard Mark’s voice. “Hey. Are you okay?” he whispered. “Just had a bad dream is all.”

Everything has been going on smoothly for David and Stella. Though David still complains of their distance but he lets it go saying she will surely become his one day so he needs all the patience in the world not to kidnap Stella one day so they have a secret wedding. STELLA'S POV "Though she's sometimes a sweetheart but we shouldn't forget our main mission here and she mustn't know the truth..." "That is Mom talking and who is the she that she's talking about and what mission is that. Anyways I came here just to show her the necklace, let me not eavesdrop on their conversation." Stella said and tried going to the kitchen but stopped when she felt that their conversation might be about her.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

Basically the old Rehan was back and this time with more pain stabbing in my heart than ever before and all because of her. I am a nightmare. People always leave.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.

“I’m not mad, Aiden. But from now on, maybe find us a new spot. Something just ours.” His smirk returned, slow and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to make it perfect then.” “Good,” I said. “Oh, and by the way? Since Eli and Arnold have claimed the rooftop, you’re officially out of options, Cross.” He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “That’s fine. I don’t need options. I just need you.” And just like that, my heart was back to working double shifts. Maybe nightmares weren’t so bad after all.

If there was anybody she could trust for this job, it was definitely him. She had been doing a lot of research over the past weeks and had managed to pinpoint the exact locations of the Moonwalker’s main supply warehouses. The warehouses contained the major of their weaponry and other artillery. If she managed to strike this, it would be a big success and leave a huge dent in their military force. Her fists tightened as she thought of the prospect of the mission failing. No. She couldn’t think of that. She had to hope the mission would be a success. She had to have faith that it would be a success and that it would all work out.

As sleep wrapped me in its arms, with it came the nightmares. I was standing in the middle of the same forest that I always ended up in. Everything was cold and silent. Blood was on my hands and when I looked at the floor, Micah, Nikki and Rachael were lying lifeless at my feet. Their bodies were twisted in an inhumane way and my heart sank at the sight. I let out a loud scream as I fell to my knees.

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?