Book In Dream Novels & Stories

Dream was never one for experiencing things in a book, she wanted to breathe and feel them for real. "This is the science session. We have different books on all spheres of science, on geography, physics, chemistry, medicine and the rest," the librarian said. Tequila was curious to see the medicine books. It was something she would come over here to read. "I will have to come back after now. I am not sure I can take Dream and Uthman around this large library," Tequila said to the librarian. She could see that her son was even beginning to doze off. They were so adorable when they had the mind to be.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

~Ruby~ I was halfway into the book now. Interesting. Whenever I read, something connects me to the constant nightmare. The transformation process is similar to how the man in my dream does. Could he be a werewolf? What do I have to do with him? How can a werewolf be bugging my fucking dream? I went to the living room, still holding the book. Suddenly, like a hallucination, I saw a wolf in the living room. “Argh…!” I screamed. Mom rushed out of the kitchen.

She didn't look for a lock. "Kieran? How... how are we still here?" she asked, her voice cracking with sudden, overwhelming confusion. She looked around at the silver trees, her fingers trembling against her lips. "The stories say the dream-link is just a beacon to help fated mates find each other in the real world. Once they touch in the waking world, the dreams are supposed to stop. Why are we still in the mist?" Before I could answer, a soft, ancient warmth vibrated through the air, echoing gently inside our minds. *"You asked me, child."*

I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library. Libraries were meant for smart people, brilliant people who were trying to embrace their full academic potential and become the next big person in history. Not for people who wanted the thrill of testing their ability to make out in silence and distracting the rest of the clearly sensible people. “Do you two mind? Some of us actually come here for important busin—” I stop halfway in my whispered complaint when my eyes landed on the boys huge veiny dick grabbed tightly in the brunettes fist. His hand was underneath h

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

The wolf stepped closer, its voice softer this time. “Be careful with what you hold. The book… it is not what it seems. It will not reveal its truth until the time is right. But remember, danger will always follow knowledge. Do not trust easily, not even those who stand closest to you.” And then the dream broke. I woke up with a gasp, sitting up in my bed. Sweat clung to my forehead, and my breathing was uneven. The dormitory looked the same, quiet and still, but the weight in my chest remained.

Elena’s Point of View Elena barely slept that night. Her dreams were filled with shadowy figures and twisted wolves, their hollow eyes glowing with malice. Kaia was restless, pacing the edges of her consciousness as if guarding her from something unseen. By dawn, she was back in the library, poring over the book she’d discovered the day before. The pages were brittle, and the ornate script forced her to read slowly, but she couldn’t shake the sense that she was close to something important.

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

ROSE: (entered and dropped the tray of tea in her hand in shock) What...what do you mean to...trapped in her sleep? RIVER: I...I tried to pull her out with me but she...doesn't want to come. LOGAN: I... I also don't understand ROSE: Then there....there should be a way for you to get back in? LOGAN: I'm searching the details of the magic book in my head and there is no such thing as entering one's dream.