Passive Nightmare Novelas e Histórias

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

I close my eyes. The game is over. But the nightmare? The nightmare has only just begun.

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.

This wasn’t anywhere I knew. The room was… breathtaking. Walls of soft, warm grey. Tall windows covered by curtains of rich, dark silk. The bed I was in was huge and impossibly soft, the sheets cool and smooth. Everything spoke of quiet, immense wealth. It was serene. Beautiful. For one dizzy second, I thought, Am I dead? Is this heaven? Then, the memory crashed down on me like a wave of ice. The fall. The blood. The loss. Julian’s cold eyes.

I clenched my fists until my knuckles ached and stormed toward the house. Dorian Keene. Even in your sleep, you’ll see me. Because I will be the nightmare that haunts you, the way you’ve haunted me all these years. And where better to do that than when the prey comes walking into the Lion's den.

Sleep pulled us gently under. That night, a nightmare clawed into my dreams. I saw Xareth, his eyes black, his voice laced with venom. He stood before me, and I felt my limbs move not by my will but his, like I was a puppet carved in bone. Blood was dripping down my legs.My baby gone. I woke with a gasp, heart hammering in my chest. I threw off the covers, reaching down, frantically checking. No blood, only me shaking. Zevarion stirred beside me, voice thick with sleep. “Vireya?”

It is a nightmare that has not only haunted his sleep but has also become a vivid manifestation of the legacy that he has tried to leave behind. But then it dawns on me. This could have been the demon that Jonathan always told me about. Jim is the second son but he usually goes through all of this. He doesn’t deserve it. But I can’t help but think about Jonathan in this moment. He must be going through worse. The nightmare is not just a figment of his imagination; it is a foreboding echo of something real, something that is intertwined with our shared future. As the night wears on, Jim’s body begins to relax, and the nightmare slowly releases its grip. He leans into my comforting embrace, an

I was anything but. Last night replayed over and over in my head like a song stuck on loop. The way he’d claimed me. The way he’d touched me. The way I hated that I hadn’t pushed him harder to stop. I was drowning in it. And the worst part? He acted like nothing happened. Not a glance. Not a word. Not even when Peter Mallon, sleazy RidgeTech executive and certified snake walked past me with an extra-long stare this morning. Mr. Andrews stood at the podium, poised, cold, commanding, fielding questions like the arrogant bastard he was born to be.

trying to treat this reality as a nightmare. 'Johannes...'

Paige's POV My eyelids fluttered open and I took a deep breath. I just had another horrible nightmare and this time, I was being pulled apart by a vampire. My night had been filled with a series of horrid and terrible nightmares but each time I woke up, the injection I was given takes me back to slumberland and dropped me in the midst of another nightmare. It was a fucking cycle that I prayed would stop but I was too sleepy to even fight sleep and stay awake. At some point, I felt a presence around me and I was able to sleep without any nightmares until the last one I had just now before I woke up.