Deadly Dream Novels & Stories

I ask, dumbfounded, low-key having the idea. “You think I'm the only miserable bitch here who fucks any potential cock she can find?” she asks venomously. “No, Keila. I know everything. I know everything about you and Jordan…” My heart is on my throat and my eyes twitch in anxiety. “and also his brother…Sebbastian Steele.” By this time, my other leg follows and they're completely in sync as I retreat slowly. After hearing the words she speaks, terror sucked the very breath and words from mine. I hear a faint gasp: I didn't realize it's my own not until later.

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.

What have I become? “You’re lying,” I said again, but even I could hear the doubt in my voice. “I’m not.” Deuce released my other wrist and stepped back, showing me the phone again. “This is Damon. Look closely. Do you really not see the difference?” “I…” My legs gave out, and I crumpled to my knees on the sidewalk. “Oh God. Oh God, I…” “You’ve been planning to kill me,” Deuce said quietly, crouching down to my level. “You’ve been working for me, sleeping with me, all so you could get access to the wolfsbane in my safe.”

Sleep did not come clean. In the dream I was back on the studio couch with the lights already too bright, and the host was smiling, and the box was in my lap again. This time when I opened it the bear sat up. Fake blood ran over my hands and would not come off no matter how hard I wiped them on my trousers. The audience did not scream. They leaned forward. They lifted their phones. The card on the bear’s chest kept rewriting itself. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

“What did my father do to you?” Eton closed his eyes, looking disinterested in continuing the conversation. But, to Kaia's surprise, he replied, “One of my dearests was dead due to him.” Eton's brows furrowed. 'Dearest? Did he ever have someone to hold dear to?' “Now I’m dying of curiosity,” Kaia said, tapping Eton's chest with the tips of her fingers. Eton opened his eyes, a corner of his mouth twitching. “Remember what happens to curious kittens?”

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

"In these dreams, I saw you. A woman I'd never met. Pregnant. Terrified. Falling down a staircase." My breath caught. "I saw your face so clearly. Every detail. The terror in your eyes. The way you tried to catch yourself. The moment you realized you were going to die." His voice roughened. "And I saw him standing at the top of the stairs. Your husband. Damien Anderson. Watching you fall. Doing nothing to help." "Calloway—" "You promised not to interrupt." He held up a hand. "These dreams came every night for weeks. Same scene. Same staircase. Same ending. You falling. Dying. Blood everywhere. And I couldn't do anything to stop it because I wasn't there."

Maybe she can help me find a solution or tell me how to appease the Moon Goddess. My dreams are brutal and show me the deaths of my loved ones. Every new death I am forced to watch. I see Maverick die again. Unable to look away this time. Then I see Madeline die in battle. A rogue tears out her throat. Again I’m paralysed watching, unable to move or make a sound.