Blank Dream Novels & Stories

What is derailing my dream? I stood up from my lounge chair and wrapped a towel around me, looking around the patio. Everything but me was frozen. I furrowed my brow, trying to work on what was going on. “Think, Kat. What is out of place? You know, other than everything but you being frozen.” I rationalized slipping my sandals on and started looking around further. “Why is everything in a green tone? What the fuck is going on? If Bisnonna has invaded my dreams rather than calling or texting me like a normal person, I’m kicking her wrinkled ass.” I grumbled.

The money is hers as much as it is mine. When we get home, we start to resume where we left off at the restaurant. I'm in the middle of leaving a trail with my mouth along her thighs. I stand up to remove my shirt when I trip over something. Laynie laughs her ass of while I try to get up. I look for whatever tripped me so I can somehow blame it on Laynie, the girl leaves her shoes everywhere. What I find has me stopping in my tracks. It's that little blue blanket I saw before. When I flip it over I see there has been some added stitching to it. It's a baby blanket, and it has the name Adam written on it with that stitch lettering stuff Laynie used to love playing with. I hear a gasp and look

I cursed so loud upon seeing that. Amira’s POV I woke up and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, is an unfamiliar place. A dark room. I don’t know where I am. I then looked around, all I can see are walls.Tall walls but this place is not so spacious. The only light that makes me see all of this is the light coming from a tiny window. A window that is above my reach. This room is small and there are no furnitures here. I felt a sting on my head. I can’t help but groan a bit from the pain. My head hurts. I tried to hold my head, but then I realized that my arms are tied up, so as my feet. I am tied here is a post, a big post in this room. So I just leaned on it. And then I looked arou

So the protagonist fainting was very timely and saved Yu Liang from a death flag. However, this made Yu Liang think that the original cannon fodder abused the unconscious protagonist. Of course, the cannon fodder was drugged too; even so, he could only imagine how disturbed they both woke up. Xiao Yao System: Not exactly, the mental correction of Dark BL characters is very strong, they are not traumatized, just embarrassed. To traumatize a Dark BL character, things have to be almost inhuman. Yu Liang: Are you sure this is a system for BL romance? Isn't it the system from hell?

Heedah screams trying to carry Anna, I walk towards the car slowly, my head and vision got blurred instantly and I could see myself falling. until nothing. I could see nothing, just darkness. was I dead?. T.B.C

The forest, the shadows, the memories — all converged into a tumultuous storm within her subconscious. Blanche's body tensed. She tossed and turned in her bed, sweat beading on her forehead. In the grip of the dream, her voice rose in a desperate plea, "No!" The word echoed in the silent room, a testament to the turmoil that unfolded within the depths of her unconscious mind. With a gasp, Blanche jolted awake, her eyes wide with the residue of the dream's intensity. The moonlight cast long shadows across her room, and the stillness of the night hung heavy around her. As she caught her breath, the echoes of the dream lingered, leaving Blanche to grapple with the haunting remnants of a nightma

Maybe she just needs to take a nap or something. She exhaled through her mouth and tried to sleep when she heard the curtains parting. She opened her eyes and had to blink a few times to adjust her gaze. She pulled her eyebrows together as she blinked rapidly. She doesn’t know if it was because of the injury or the painkiller, but she was hallucinating Mateo. Blaire told her that he is very busy back in the city – this is why he hasn’t been calling or coming back to visit. She squinted her eyes as Mateo stepped closer.

"I'm just adjusting to the light. It's brighter than I remember." But the light didn't feel safe. It felt exposed. Vulnerable. And the shadows kept coming. On the twenty-first night, the dreams began. Elena found herself standing in a vast, empty plain. The sky was black, devoid of stars, an endless void that pressed down on her from all directions. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step she took. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion.

I press my palm harder against the watch, and I feel his pulse beneath the gold, and I close my eyes, and I let myself be held by a man who is my captor, a man who is my keeper, a man who is something else now, something neither of us has a word for yet. I fall asleep with his watch under my hand and his breath against my hair and the first grey light of dawn threading through the shutters like a question the morning has not yet decided how to ask. When I wake, the room is full of pale yellow light and the bed beside me is empty. For one cold moment I think he has left, that he has gone to the archive room or the chapel vault or somewhere else in this house where I cannot follow, and that la

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."