Dairy Dreamers Novels & Stories

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

He stole my chance to be a mom. "I'll NEVER have a baby of my own!"

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Dimi threw out. “Like Miklos is seen with them?” Darya countered. “Yeah, he probably fucks them all.” Dimi grunted as she considered her soon-to-be ex. “Women probably throw themselves at him all the time.” Darya said. “I mean why buy the cow if the milk is coming at you by the buckets for free.” “This cow isn’t for sale,” Magda grunted as they slid into the car waiting for them. “You know, out of all of us, you were the closest one to going all the way, multiple times.”

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Tears blurred my vision as I shaded the space between the two worlds, making it dark and uncertain. My siblings had their own battles. Lila had sacrificed her dreams for approval. Ethan hid his pain behind humor. And I had spent years trying to be the quiet, obedient youngest daughter who wouldn’t cause more problems after Mom left. But Damien had changed that. He saw the fire in me the late-night artist who drew filthy, honest scenes. The woman who came apart screaming “Daddy” while surrounded by millions in contemporary art. The one who wanted to take up space instead of shrinking to fit.

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.