Bottom Dream Novels & Stories

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

Verena The night before we leave for Las Vegas, anxiety knots tightly within me, refusing to let sleep claim me easily. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into a restless slumber. My dreams, usually fragmented and confusing, coalesce into a vivid, powerful scene tonight. I find myself standing in a vast, open field bathed in moonlight. The grass under my feet is cool and soft, and above me, the full moon reigns supreme in a starless sky. It’s serene, surreal, and I know instinctively this isn’t an ordinary dream.

A girl was sleeping face down on a table in the office of the world—renowned company. She worked overtime from the mid—night to the dawn, so she was tired and she tried to catch up some sleep. In her dream, she felt as if there was a small fish swimming in her lower abdomen, which mischievously bulged her belly up while it burp on the following second. One moment, it was a This feeling caused the sleeping girl suddenly cry out in a low voice, "Child ... let me take a look ... don't not go away ..."

Upon opening it, she found the sender's name was Prophetic John. Her brows met. Prophetic John? Wasn't it the man whom she emailed back then to interpret her wet dreams? ... Miss JLM, I'm sorry for a late reply. I've been receiving a lot of messages lately. So, let's interpret your dreams. I will be frank to you, dear. That man in your dreams is your night husband. Night husband is a spiritual husband. They take the look or face of someone familiar to you, and they will come into you - to have sex with you. Be very careful. This night husband is a demonic presence. The pleasure it brings is false. This will be your downfall if you let this pleasure consume you inside out.

He muttered as his hands started roaming her chest. “I still have to pack.” She rolled her sad eyes at him. “5 minutes then.” Without waiting for her to respond, he crushed their lips together and started kissing her… Fifteen minutes later, the family of five gathered in a detached, small house behind their main building. The boys and Ashley carried well-packed backpacks, and their mother carried a small beach bag that was bugling with god knows what. They quietly entered a room that looked like a library. Bernard pressed down on a pitch black, glossy looking book and a clunking sound filled the room. Gradually, one of the bookshelves started moving inward until a doorway appeared. Bernard p

Later in the night, after rejecting Olive's dad's offer of dinner, and laying beside Olive on her bed, Maddie slinked into a chain of disturbing nightmares. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵-𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 �

The moon hung high over Nighthaven, its silver glow casting deep shadows through the dormitory windows. In her bed, Zoe’s breaths slowed, her consciousness drifting as sleep took over. But tonight, there was no quiet darkness; instead, she was drawn into a world alive with silver mist and haunting echoes -a dream, yet much more than a simple dream. This was a vision.

Blue Artemis leaves me again to make a few work calls and I decide to get ready for bed early. I shower and climb into our bed before eight. At some point I feel the bed dip but I ignore it and go back to sleep. My mind works over time while I sleep sending me nightmares of a different kind. Instead of reminders of my past they are glimpses of my future with Artemis. None of them end well. I haven’t been someone who believes dreams are glimpses into the future but these dreams are so posable that could easily be premonitions.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

After everyone showered, which got delayed because Ife was happy to be able to to get ravished by all of her mates at the same time, they enjoyed a candle light dinner on the balcony. Duskin updated her and the twins on his findings concerning Jacob and Esime. They had gone to another realm to hide out, one that wasn’t used freely and came with a steep price. They sacrificed a part of a soul every time they entered this realm and they most likely were using souls from the growing list of missing people. Ife suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of doom headed their way. She didn’t know if it was for the pup or pups in her womb. If it was because of the battle ahead of them with Jacob and Esi