Dear Dreams Novels & Stories

I hope not brother. I already miss you brother. And I hope you take good care of yourself always. In my dreams, you are always leaving me and you are being lost I am so scared. But as what you've said, it is just a dream. This is the world where you have the ability to fight. Miss you brother. And I already closed my loptop. And I dived into my bed and Dex entered the room. She is trying to make sure if I am just alright. WARNING:

“Did you have a bad dream?” "No, it wasn't a bad dream. This dream made me happy yet confused. I always dream of seeing my mother and Deanna. The two of them seem like close friends. They often hold hands wherever they go and occasionally look in my direction, but in the dream, they never speak to me." “How many times have you had this dream, Alpha?” “I've had this dream in various places within my dreams.” Zoan took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Have you asked the Moon Goddess about this? It seems like you—”

I ask her. She looks down and turns away from me. “There’s no reason to be ashamed. We all have bad dreams.” I state. “It’s not a bad dream it’s a Deja reve. I’ve had it since my best friend was killed in front of me a few years ago. I haven’t had one in a while. I’m sorry to have woken you. I do appreciate you waking me up and stopping it.” She says with glistening eyes again.

Was it a dream? ***

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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.

She whispered. Her mother just seemed to follow a pattern, and that is when she figured it out what she really was. Her mother was a death echo and nothing more. She had only ever seen one death echo before, and now her mother would be the second one. Sage felt like walking up the street seeing more of her dream. She wanted to try and remember what day it was. Following the sidewalk, Sage was happy in her dream, and she knew that it was going to be hard to leave. There was no death and only light and happiness that was good enough for her.

DANTE I stirred in my sleep, a dream pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. There she was, Anna, my love, my fated mate. In the dream, we were happy, complete. Our laughter echoed through the park as we spread out a checkered blanket, preparing for a picnic. The sun bathed us in its warm embrace, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in Anna's eyes.

“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!”

Dream's POV The first email came early in the morning, before the sun had even fully risen. I was halfway through my first cup of coffee when my laptop pinged with a new message, no subject, no sender name, just a blank header with an attachment icon blinking red. I should have ignored it. I should have deleted it like the dozens of spam mails that came in daily. But something about the way my name was written in the preview, “Dream” , plain and unadorned, caught my attention. No one addressed me like that except the people who knew me personally.