Beyond All Dreams Novels & Stories

Still this could work for you, couldn’t it? ‘In what way? I looked into my mate’s dream- bad dreams!’ ‘And if they were not just any dream?’ Fenris raised a brow at the suggestion. ‘What if that ‘dream' you had was more than just a dream? Think about it, Fenris. If that was just any dream, you wouldn’t find those scars on her.’ His eyes slowly widened, as he caught on to what his father was saying. ‘Dreams can be many things. One of these things is-‘

Bob shared, sighing deeply as he locked his gaze on the models. “Dream?” I asked, looking at him. Bob scoffed. “Eve, a dream is when you see rainbows and unicorns. What I had was a nightmare. I must have been watching too many horror movies with my boyfriend,” he chuckled. “You and your boyfriend broke up?” Bethany chuckled, guessing about Bob’s dream. He sighed and rolled his eyes, facing my best friend. “I always think of that as an opportunity to find someone better, Beth.” He paused, his brows furrowing. “The truth? I can’t remember much about it, but it’s something related to the company.”

The dreams returned that night, darker than before. Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion. And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

My dreams soar high, I will never stop, Despite the winding road I travel, I believe I can achieve everything in the future. With prayer and effort, I move forward without hesitation, Nothing is impossible if I fight, I will prove to the world. I will never stop, despite the winding road I travel, A bright future awaits, I'm ready to achieve my dreams, The sky is blue, I will fly, Toward the glorious ideals. When what Sira was listening to ended, she also finished cooking. The Penne Arrabiata dish was already in front of Sira's eyes. It was still steaming and emitting smoke.

Without thinking, she reached forward, cupping his face between her hands, her thumbs brushing against his stubble. “I’m so proud of you, Julian,” she whispered, her voice filled with admiration. Julian sighed, his shoulders finally relaxing as he leaned into her touch. “This wasn’t just about business,” he admitted. “It was personal. D Brooks has been coming for me for years, trying to tear down everything I built. But this? This victory? It proves that no matter what challenges come our way, we rise above them.” Sophia smiled, her fingers tracing small circles against his skin. “Just like us,” she said softly.

The stars twinkled overhead, and the distant sounds of the city buzzed softly in the background. “Wow, it’s beautiful out here,” Alina said, looking up at the night sky. “It is,” Anton agreed, his eyes never leaving her. “But it’s nothing compared to how beautiful you are tonight.” Alina’s cheeks flushed at his compliment, but she smiled. “You’re really good at making me feel special.” “Because you are special, Alina,” Anton said, stepping closer, his voice lowering to a soft, intimate tone. “You’ve fought for your dreams and made them a reality. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“One where your siblings never go hungry. One where your mother’s surgery is fully paid for. One where you don’t have to fight every single day just to breathe.” It sounded crazy. It had to be. And yet—my chest ached because part of me wanted to believe him. I let out a brittle laugh. “Sounds like a fairy tale.” “No.” His voice softened, almost gentle. "It's not a story from a fairy tale." A deal.” Peter POV Her eyes flickered. Hope. Fear. Desperation. She was already halfway mine. “You will step into a life that isn’t yours,” I said carefully. "You will assume her name, occupy her place, and enter into her marriage, and in exchange, I will give you everything you’ve been starving for."

Bella's POV "Hey, guys. Look what we have here. A sleeping beauty over here." I heard voices, but they sounded meaningless to me. "Why's she shaking?" I was wondering if I was fucking shaking. What I was seeing was confusing, coupled with the voices I was hearing. "Please!!!" "Stop!" I screamed, this was when I realized I had been dreaming all this while. The damn moon goddess did not fucking take my shitty life. "Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

--- The empty space changed. A tiny point of light appeared. Liana watched as it expanded. The first sound. The first movement. The first spark. Then came time. Then space. Then possibility. Then the first dream. Liana watched everything happen. The First Dream wasn't first. The Witness wasn't first. The Origin Ones weren't first. They came later. Much later. The woman beside Liana spoke. "The First Dream was the first thing to imagine." "The Witness was the first thing to observe."

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.