Danny's Dream Novels & Stories

She hoarded the dreams privately, examining them in the mornings before she was fully awake, not ready to say them out loud because saying them out loud made them real in a way that felt simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. Dante told her first. One grey November morning, half asleep, face in the pillow, he said into the mattress — "I dreamed about a little girl last night. She had your stubborn mouth and she was running toward the river and I was trying to catch her and you kept telling me she was fine." Danielle went very still. "Was she?" she said carefully. "Fine?" "She made the ridge," he said. "She was incredibly fast." "Dante." "Mm." "I've been having dreams like that."

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

The next morning my plan was starting to come together, I had over half the plan ready so I decided that a small break would not hurt. As I sleep, I dream, but it was not a normal dream it was a victory dream. I stand before Natalie, all her friends gone; only her and I stand after the battle finally ended. I look up at her and say. “You know it didn’t have to be this way.” “You are wrong Aidan, there is only one ending to this story and it is not you winning.” The defiance in her tone, makes me swing the sword at her throat but she is prepared, she parries easily and waits for my next move.

"You want accountability for your sister. I want the thing I built to actually mean something before I am too old or too dead to care. Those are not incompatible objectives." Danny said nothing for a long time. The drain in the center of the floor sat in the periphery of his vision. He did not look at it. He looked at Dollar Fabs, the man who had been a ghost and a target for nine years, who had turned out to be something more complicated and less satisfying than either of those things. "Show me what you have," Danny said finally.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He rode out the orgasm with her until, hips no longer bucking, she finally began to come down. As she did, he continued to stoke her, soft, gentle motions of his tongue that with every pass charged nerves anew. The next day...... Danny's P.O.V. Danny slipped back up the bed, sliding as he pinned her beneath him. “Good Morning sunshine"He says smiling He watched her throat work. “Morning" she whispered as she tried to cover up herself as she became aware of how naked she was underneath him..

I closed my bedroom door behind me then noticed that my older brothers were all waiting for me in my room. “What do you all want?” I spat while glaring at the three of them. I was surprised when Dominick spoke up first. He was the oldest but typically stayed out of things like what was occurring. He never cared much for the dramas and always was on the quieter side of things. That aspect was the reason he made such a good soldier and right hand man. “Just go to this dinner tonight. What’s the worst that could happen, Dawnie?” I rolled my eyes at him. He waited for me to speak while leaning against the door frame leading into my personal bathroom.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Ah Ko said to them . " Yes , it's true . This few days Gray , Danny and Shawn keep calling us to have breakfast in their room . " Well , I heard Danny is an orphan but his grandfather is wealthy and they came from a root in Beijing . He is the only son of his late parents . They died in the accident when he is seven . His grandparents love him alot although he had many elders cousin brother and the Koh's mall is belong to his grandfather . Every morning the butler will send so many breakfast for him ." Ah Heng who stay in one room with Danny , Gray and Shawn tells them .