Court Of Dreams Novels & Stories

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

I needed to be the Don. Slowly, the heavy weight of exhaustion finally pulled me under into the dark. But peace did not follow me into my sleep. THE DREAM In my dream, I am not thirty-five years old. I am a boy of fifteen again. I am standing in the grand courtyard of the villa, but the stones under my bare feet are not cool and gray. They are black, smoking, and covered in liquid fire. The sky above the mountain isn't dark or blue—it is a terrible, burning shade of blood-red, thick with heavy black smoke that chokes my throat.

The fantasy has been with me since I was fifteen. Not the violence. Not the fear. But the idea of being taken. Kept. Used until I forget who I was before. Until my old life feels like a dream and the only reality is him – whoever he is, whatever he wants, however he chooses to use me. I could never explain it to vanilla partners. The few times I tried, I saw the judgment in their eyes. The concern. The way they looked at me differently afterward, like I was broken. Damaged. Something to be fixed.

“I love Cillian so much. I am so sure of this. But I’m very confused about how I feel about Andrei. I don’t know why I can’t just completely drop him out of my life. I mean, I know for sure that whatever feelings I have for Andrei is probably just fragments of whatever we use to have in the past years, but I’m so certain it’s nothing close to how I feel about Cillian. But still, Andrei stirs warm feelings inside me that I cannot control. I do my best not to act on those feelings though. It’s like the Moon Goddes is teasing me, too. Andrei inhabits in my dreams almost every night. Sometimes with Cillian in the dream, sometimes it’s just him and me. It just jumbles my head even more, you know?

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa

Every fiber of her being screamed that something was coming—something terrible—and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow tied to her. That night, as the village settled into uneasy silence, Elena’s dreams were far from peaceful. She tossed and turned in her bed, the weight of her visions pressing down on her chest. In the dream, she was standing in a darkened room, the air thick with power. A figure loomed in the shadows, its face hidden beneath a hood, but Elena knew instinctively who it was. The eyes—glowing, like the Core—pierced through the darkness, and a voice echoed in her mind.

Together, they unraveled the mysteries that had haunted Zelda's dreams, weaving a tapestry of understanding and empowerment. Through the burning of sage and the wisdom imparted by Dawn, Zelda not only found solace within her dreams but also forged a path towards self-discovery and resilience. The dreams that once stirred fear within her now became a canvas for exploration, a realm where she could navigate the complexities of her own psyche and emerge stronger, guided by the protective embrace of sage and the unwavering support of her trusted confidante, Dawn.

Dreams, vivid and enigmatic, brushed against my consciousness, their tendrils beckoning me into a world of magical mysteries. "Behold, the queen has departed our realm!" A shrill cry, slicing through the velvety stillness, jolted me from the depths of my dreamscape. Cali's voice, a symphony of fear and surprise, reverberated in the room. She clutched a tissue, as if it were an anchor in a sea of the extraordinary.

Lisa stood by the window, staring at nothing in particular. She had been stuck at the office for hours without being able to do a single thing. Thoughts of the previous night filled her head. As she pushed herself to work on the first file Sonia had brought into the office that morning, she told herself the reason she still felt overwhelmed was probably because she had never been touched for the last seven whole years since she took that dreaded decision to trade a tasteless marriage for Will’s safety. However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams.

“No! No! Not anymore!” She wants to run, but there is not even light because the dark fog overcomes the place. Her eyes did not see a single way out. As usual, Kanya became confused and disoriented. “Kanya ... hey, you come again?” The subtle tone of a man who was familiar to her ears greeted her. It's been a year since she wrote her first novel. Every time she writes a murder scene, this man will come in a dark fog in her dreams. The soft sound of footsteps came from the man who greeted her just now. A tall and handsome man with perfect jawlines like an international model — this man only existed in her dreams.