C.c X Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

My internal discussion goes aimlessly, screaming for help and frantic in light of the fact that this is substantially more alarming than anything else we've seen before. We actually beat Pedro, Abbadon, the alpha group, the darach, and the nogitsune, but we were exceptionally close to losing someone the whole time. At one event we really lost Justoedith.

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

And Cassian’s true nightmares are waiting in the dark. ​

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

Alpha Mike was so furious he threw his phone: “Anna, I don’t agree to the rejection.” Negotiations failed, and I felt extremely down. I curled up in a corner of the couch and grabbed my phone, asking for help on several forums: I want to reject a werewolf who doesn’t respect the mate bond, but he won’t agree, please help. Before long, the replies started flooding in. Although some of the comments were off topic, there were a few really constructive suggestions.

I stared down at the blood on her body, at the blood on mine, and the man lying lifeless on the bed, soaked in his own blood. I killed him. With a shaky breath, I turned to find Mason’s mother standing in the hallway. A gun in her hands. Her face was filled with pure hatred for me. Her eyes were dark, lips curled. “Die, bi—” Sometimes, dreams can be misleading, like this one. Suddenly, everything began to shift. Then it got hot, and then I jerked up. . . *cough* I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but the moment I opened my eyes, I felt it.