The Nightmare Years Book Novels & Stories

He left. An hour later, I returned home. I cooked, set the table, and waited. Greg arrived, anger etched across his face. “Back already after flirting with that thug?” he sneered. “I didn’t flirt,” I said. “If anyone did, it was you and Arias. Greg… five years. Five years and you still choose her.” “Five years,” he shot back, “and you couldn’t give me a child.” The words shattered me. My fingers trembled as I clutched my gown, tears spilling freely.

Why was my memory gone? Right now in this moment all I wanted was to not think and for Collier to save me. To get rid of my thoughts. But he left me. I knew as usual it was on me to deal with this mess. I couldn’t rely on anyone. My 34 years has taught me that. He was probably with his girlfriend and that was fine. He didn’t owe me anything. I needed to grow up. I walked into the kitchen looking for food. I was starving and knew I had not taken the time to grocery shop lately. Strangely enough I opened the cabinets to find them full. I decided more of my memory was missing than I realized because I didn’t remember getting groceries. I opted for popcorn and crawled back in the bed. I flipped

Nothing I said mattered. "Dad, if you want to tell me I'm in the wrong, go right ahead. However, if you want me to write off this 400,000 dollars as a gift to Uncle Liam, you don't need to say another word. I made this money by standing in front of a crusher for two long years. "I watched my fingers blister, heal, and blister all over again. It didn't just fall from the sky." Having said my piece, I braced myself for the inevitable torrent of lecture to rain down on me.

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

The food tasted good, and I complemented the chef. I freshened up, picked up one of my books and started to read, and within minutes, I fell asleep. Only to be awoken by the same nightmare that has haunted me for sixteen years, the same nightmare that only visits me when rain falls. … A/N: Thanks for reading lovelies! Please recommend this book to your loved ones and drop a review. I'll be waiting to know what you think. <3

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

All he could do was watch as his wife was dragged away by the ruthless pack members, her muffled whimpering echoing in his ears. Before he could fight back again, a hard punch landed on his face, and everything went black. With a sharp gasp, Dareen jolted awake. His heart beats faster as the nightmare clung to him. Twenty years had passed since that dreadful night, yet the haunting memory refused to fade. This wasn't the first time he had the nightmare, but each time, it felt as though a new kind of fear was taking root in his soul. "Daddy, are you okay?"

"Rory, baby, it's time for school, you don't want to be late for your first day, do you?'' Her mom knocked again and she wiped sleep off her eyes. Aurora absorbed the voice and let it soothe her bones. Her rapid heartbeat slowed a little as she closed her eyes and struggled to wipe the residue of the dreams. She wiped her sweaty face with fingers so tired and wished for the millionth time for these nightmares to stop. She couldn't even tell her parents about them. She was thirteen when these nightmares first started, and she would be eighteen in two months and the nightmares were still not going away. "I am up. I am up. Will be there in... say fifteen minutes?!" She hollered back and untangl

His eyes, that cold stare that stayed locked on me until his head hit the ground. ***BEEP BEEP BEEP*** I jumped upright in the bed and shut off the alarm. Getting out of bed I headed to the shower needing to rinse the sweat from my body. It had been three years since that day. Three years since I lost my parents along with half our pack. And still each night when I close my eyes, I relive it, the worst day of my life. Slowly I turned to drink hoping it would let me forget, but instead all it did was make me angrier. I knew Lilith hated it when I drank, and I wished I could stop for her. But until I find the pack responsible for the reoccurring nightmares I can’t.

I haven't slept in a long time and anytime I plan to sleep, the nightmares keep coming. I needed a cure for all the heartaches and problems but, no one was ready to help. My family tried all they could to make sure I was comfortable and happy but It was all futile because they abandoned me when I needed them the most. I stood up from bed due to insomnia and walked down to my study room to read a book on nightmares. As I glanced through the pages of the book, my mind went off to my new personal assistant. she was something and the purpose of my hiring her was to find out what she meant by me being her husband. Even her voice resembled the woman's voice in my nightmares. Was it coincidental or