The Nightmare Years Book Novels & Stories

Daxton’s p.o.v. Like every night, I wake up covered in sweat. I had another nightmare, but like always I can’t remember what is was about. I have had this nightmare for almost twenty seven years and I can’t remember a single detail after waking up, not one single thing that can help me understand this. No sound, no smell, no image. At first I thought it might have something to do with Sage, but as time passed and details kept alluding me, I gave up hope to find answers in that nightmare.

She notices a little book under the scattered documents. She opens the first page 'Drago Morningstar' is written on it, strange name, she thinks. She opens the next page 'Nightmare' is written on it. The word catches her attention, " Nightmare" she mumbles. "Nightmare" Rachael mumbles. A little force bends the air around the table as breeze brushes some documents to the ground. Suddenly, the book starts to flip pages by itself and Rachael panics. She runs to a corner of the office and looks in fear .

Nora mumbled in a hoarse voice. "How long has it been since you experienced this nightmare" her best friend queried, still reading her book. " It has been three years from the night of my eighteenth birthday," Nora replied in frustration and ran her hand on her face. " Hmmm...Do you think the man in your dream might be your mate? The one you have been searching for, for the last three years?" her friend questioned, looking directly at Nora, waiting for her reaction and facial expression. Nora furrowed her eyebrows thinking of her friend's question.

"The nightmares differ for everyone. I didn't dream of the one who captured me but my nightmares had some connection to being a slave at the utopia town." "Did you eventually get over it? I mean the nightmares." "Yes." He nodded. "After a year. The least time any of us had the nightmare for was eight months." My eyes widened with horror. I couldn't let her deal with that. Eight months? That was impossible. It was only three days she had been having the nightmares and I already felt like ripping somebody's head off. How could I cope with seven more months and twenty seven days? I would be damned if I have to watch her deal with the terror she dealt with every night for a year.

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

Will they understand each other, or will they kill each other before they fall? Find out as we journey through in His Own Undoing- His Nightmare. There is war, hate, joy, tears, laughter, but most of all true love. Please read first*** This book is fiction, some of the location, and incidents are a product of my imagination as a writer although some most names are of real people.

Sarah, Miley, and her whole hellish group are its guardians. LeAnn, Sophie, and Cas stroll by, carrying paninis and fries. The scent wafts over to my table. Sophie throws a fry at me, cackling as the ketchup trickles down my forehead. “Fuck. Shit,” I hiss. My hair’s a mess. I sweated out the sheets. I’m out of breath. I can only remember flashes, and the short bits are frightening enough. I don’t need the full picture of that nightmare.

“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.”

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.