Cute Dream Novels & Stories

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

The deep, dreamless slumber of exhaustion finally began to shift, pulling Mannie into a bizarre, vivid landscape. In her dream, she wasn't a junior marketing assistant or a hardworking mother; she was a small, fluffy white rabbit hopping through an endless field of crisp green grass. A massive, perfectly ripe carrot materialized in front of her, and she happily began to crunch down on it, her twitching nose catching the earthy, sweet scent of the garden. Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed over her. A pair of large, warm hands reached down and scooped her up effortlessly into the air.

Looks like, tonight he will have a sweet dream. ***

“Honey, I dreamed that it’s a really handsome boy.” Cordelia snuggled him by the shoulder. “He’s around three or four in my dream, and he’s fair and plump like a little rice dumpling, waving his arms to ask me to carry him! “He looks like you.” Cordelia looked into Zephyr’s eyes. “Like a mini you!” Zephyr’s heart skipped a beat. “Is he also… fierce?” “How do you know?” Cordelia giggled. “I even dreamed that he yelled at you. But his voice was so soft that he was so cute even when he shouted at you!”

This type of agony? Healing is so much easier with a wolf. Callie gave me a special broth to help ease the pain and to help me sleep. It tasted like ass, but it did help. The broth gave me strange dreams, though. Fantastical dreams where I was doing really weird stuff. In one dream, I was Slade, wandering through the desert, parched and dying of dehydration. In another, I was a dragon, sailing through the sky, looking for a pile of red jewels on the beach below. A third dream had me fighting a horde of trolls with vegetables as weapons. I brandished cucumbers and carrots and celery sticks, trying to fend off the ugly trolls.

It was as if she had been transported in time to five years ago. That was before everything came crashing down when the room was still filled with traces of their romance. With the passing of time, what has happened cannot be changed anymore. No matter how hard they tried to fix things, they could never go back to the way they once were. After the long journey, a wave of fatigue came over her. She briefly washed up before settling into the bed. The scent of ebony nested deep inside the mattress swarmed her nose. It was not an intense scent but it was quite distinct.

Dream said to herself and her eyes welled up. "Sweety, why are you crying?" Yara saw that Dream's gonna cry so she approached and hugged her. "Don't you like it?" Kenzo said stroking Dream's back. "These are tears of joy Mom, Dad. I love it, I really do." Dream said and hugged them both. "You should thank them. They were the ones who made this house for us, especially for you." Kenzo said pointing his friends. Dream walked towards them and giave them a peck on their cheeks. "Thank you, Uncle Kairo, Uncle Kylo, and Uncle Buster. You're the best!" Dream said with a thumbs up on her hand. "You are welcome, our princess." Kairo said. "We just did what your dad told us." Kylo said. "You want to s

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

You asshole, have a bad dream tsk! I couldn't help but smile slightly. It's irritating, why do I feel like this! No matter what comes out of his mouth, I can't get annoyed, I even feel thrilled! From: +639********* Okay Good Night Babe, have wet dreams. If you need someone to cuddle with, I am one call away. I am free anytime. Only for you. Sweet dreams.

As he struggled to keep himself from shivering for the sake on the people seating beside him. He released himself and adjusted his head warmer and shifted his nose mask to a more comfortable state before returning to his previous position. A 3 years doll-like girl walked slowly to him with a cookie in hand, biting slowly at it. She seemed to have like him because she smiled shyly at him then came a step closer... "Hi" she said in a babyish voice and scratched her cheek.. Joachim just stared at her icily, without any look of friendliness on his face, all he did was imagine why he was so much loved by little kids, even the ones he never knew.