Danny's Dream Novels & Stories

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

"What about you, Danny? Why are you up?" Daniel hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "I had a strange dream... about Luna," he confessed, his brows furrowing. "It felt so real, like I was there with her, and she was crying... and I... I said things that I would never say to her." Susan's eyes widened with surprise and worry. "Luna? What happened in the dream?" she asked, her concern for her friend overriding any personal grievances she might have had.

His pleasant voice came through. "Danny, trust me too. I am good." I giggled. "Laughing beauty, I can see you looking around, that is so sweet you know." That same British accent from the most craziest sex freak – "In st. Antonio." I shrieked as she stared at me like I was mentally unstable. "She is crazy you know." Akila said as Danny wrapped her arm around the lower of her back. "You know I took after you actually." I rested my back against the ironed concrete.

He even made an imploring expression at Rey to be involved in Jaxon and the others’ escapades. However, receiving a head shake from his best buddy, Gavin, instantly felt his heart shatter somewhat. “Our friendship ends here,” he hissed, which earned him a smack in the back of the head from Connor. “Dramatic,” Rey and Jaxon mumbled at the same time. After Gavin left, Danny was about to go to the door when Jaxon asked his friend to stay in the room. “Can you just stay in Denver?” Danny looked over his shoulder at Jaxon, who clutched the pink-haired woman’s photograph. Seeing this, Danny realized that his friend was considering the possibilities that may occur after they left for Chicago.

"In the dream, I could pretend. I could stand tall, I could pout, and I could tell you stories. But reality is different. In reality, I am just a twenty-year-old orphan with a broken wolf that can't even shift properly. I am a floor-scrubber with stains on my apron and dirt under my nails. I am not a Luna. I am not... what a King deserves." She looked back at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her defensive wall cracking just enough to let her deep insecurity bleed through. "You had a beautiful dream of me, Alpha Kieran. But the dream isn't real. I am afraid that when you look at me tomorrow, in the harsh daylight, you're going to realize that reality broke your dream, too. I won't e

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

Daniel’s visits were getting bolder. He texted them rules before he even arrived. One Saturday he told them to meet him at a nice hotel downtown. Lena wore a short black dress with nothing underneath. Jake had a small metal plug sitting deep in his ass, just like Daddy ordered. Every step they took made Jake’s cock leak in his pants.