Novel & Cerita Daydreaming Stories

Prince Caspian said. Peah nod. Even her find it weird. "Yeah... That's the only story that I wrote because of my Chapter dreams. Every day I sleep and woke up remember everything. I dream about it for a months. It feels so real but unreal." Peach is in daze while thinking about it. "That story isn't that nice. I thought you're gonna make a happy ending story but I was wrong. Because the man didn't choose her in the end." Woah. Prince Caspian is really read it huh.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. 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

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

"Because I have years of fantasies to fulfill, and one night won't be nearly enough." As his mouth found her neck again, Wendy wondered briefly about tomorrow, about professional boundaries and workplace complications. Then his hands slid beneath her skirt again, and she decided tomorrow could take care of itself.

⸻ 🌙 Nyra’s Dream Nyra approached next. ❤️ ⸻ She looked at the growing world. ⸻ At the rivers. ⸻ At the cities. ⸻ At the possibilities. ⸻ Then laughed softly. ⸻ “Stories should never be trapped.” ⸻ The sky brightened. ✨ ⸻ Books appeared. ⸻ Songs appeared. ⸻ Art appeared. ⸻ Dreams appeared. ⸻ Because stories belonged to everyone.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

I dream of confusion, of tangled stories, of the chipping, grinding, carving of stones. In my dreams, I hear low rumbling growls and high pitched howling, see full moons and glittering constellations. I see Layla and Arnold holding a tiny bear cub, and Sarah and Nash riding enormous white bears into the sky. I smell Jasper beside me, feel a new claiming mark hot against my skin. I’m the first one to awake. My dream is still lingering in the front of my mind. And it gives me an idea.

The young Dreamer looked embarrassed. “Nothing.” The boy glanced at the little stars in the sand. “They don't look like nothing.” The Dreamer hesitated. Then he whispered: “I think they're stories.” The boy smiled wider. “Then tell me one.” The memory ended. Ama gasped. The quiet voice beyond the door spoke again. He always wanted someone to listen. The First Dreamer finally answered. And you always wanted one more story. A strange warmth passed between the two voices. Not anger.