Cross X Dream Sans Novels & Stories

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

He explained that it's the only transpersonal training center in the United Kingdom and one of the few self-sufficient charitable trusts in the world supporting research into dreams from a spiritual perspective. The DRI was part of the Center for Counselling and Psychotherapy Education Trust (CCPE) in Central London. It explores the connection between dreams and wellbeing from a spiritual perspective, requiring public events and an unusual archive, as well as teaching videos and educational courses, but that was just for public appearance.

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”

Snap out of it girl. I thought to myself. It was just a dream. How could Nathan ask me to go on a date with him. For all I knew, going on a date was something that had to do with a relationship with someone, right? "Will you show your appreciation in such a manner?" He simpered. I could only nod my head and he turned to leave, not saying another word. "Sally, did you just see that or is this something like a dream?" I sat back gently.

Abigail instantly recognized the scent—a blend of mint and wood. It was so familiar that even after months, she could identify it in her sleep. 'I'm dreaming again,' she thought, 'about that man I shouldn't be dreaming of.' The dream felt unusually real. She could smell Xander's distinct scent and feel him massaging her feet. His touch was perfect, not too light or heavy, like he was professionally trained. It felt comforting and a bit ticklish.

I stepped into it, and in the mirror, I didn’t see the girl chasing Nathan Cross. I saw the woman standing beside him. The price? $24,500. I didn’t blink. I walked to the counter, head high. The clerk didn’t bother hiding her skepticism—her eyes dipped to my sandals, then flicked to my face. “I’ll take it,” I said. Her smile stretched. Fake. Patronizing. “Mr. Cross must approve all charges. Surely you understand.” I didn’t flinch. Just slid the Centurion card across the counter. Aeternum Cross. My name—Lana Reyes—engraved in silver.

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.

________ Leandro" INVISIBILITY, TELEPATHY, TELEKINESIS, WIND, WATER, PLATER, ILLUSION, SWORD, SHIED, FLOAT, LITTLE, MIRROR, MAZE, BUBBLES, DASH, ICE, VOICE, LOCK, DARKNESS, FIRE, LIGHT, TELEPORT, VENOM, BOMER, COLLAPSE, CONTROL, ARMOUR, and SNIPER. That was all the power that I gathered Because of Xandros' help. Minus All of the unique power. Almost all of the power a wolf was colliding inside my body

"We need to move tonight." "Dante," I said. "I'll call him," Victor said. "Get the documents together. All three letters, the property records, the Graves connection to the patriarch's address. Everything." A beat. "Xena. This is what Cross died for. Don't let it sit." I looked at the desk. Cross's third letter on the laptop screen. His handwriting at the bottom of the original — the familiar slope of it, the way he formed his f's, that I'd been looking at for three weeks without letting myself look at directly.