Dream And George Not Found Novels & Stories

AJ knew he’d never said that about any of the other woman George had found him with. “Yes. Amazing,” AJ reiterated. “All I have of the girl of my dreams is her shoe. Her very large shoe. I want that note.” George swallowed audibly. “I’ll go hunt down the trash, sir. I just hope the maid hasn’t put it in the dumpster yet...” AJ raised his brows at George. The dumpster was not about to stop him now. “I’ll find it, I swear,” George promised. “But you have to get dressed.” “Dressed? I canceled all my meetings.” AJ crossed his arms.

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

He was standing by the door with his mouth hanging low. “You said you wanted to see him, so this was what...” George felt like he had bees in his head, and they were going to explode. “I-I can’t believe this. I am dreaming, right? You guys weren’t kissing, right? You just had something in your eyes, and he was trying to blow it out for you.” George muttered, refusing to accept the truth when his brain already knew it.

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

But everything looked normal. “Is.. is she there?” Chase asked with fear lacing his tone. George checked all the rooms as he kept calling her name but couldn’t find her. He went in Chase’s room and saw her broken phone lying on the floor. George’s heart also filled with fear when he couldn’t find her. “She is not here Chase” George told him in concern and Chase felt as if someone pierced his heart with a knife. “Chase…” he called his friend but Chase had again blanked out.

Its presence here, abandoned on the ground broken, spoke volumes about what happened here. Realizing the significance of his find, George knew he had to inform Blake immediately. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed Blake's number. As the call connected, he relayed the news, his voice filled with a mix of concern and urgency. "Blake, you need to see this. I found a necklace in the grass outside your property. It looks familiar to me, and I can't shake the feeling that I've seen it before," George urgently exclaimed, his voice laced with concern.

George was terrified that it had all been just a dream. He feared that Rhea would still be with Carter when he opened his eyes. Rhea's heart skipped a beat for no reason. She couldn't tell if it was pity or something else, but she lifted her hand and gently brushed his eyes. "Didn't sleep well?" Her touch sent a jolt through George's chest. His voice was still husky as he said, "I didn't sleep at all." Rhea took a slow breath. "Get some sleep, then."

Inside the room, Dante, Glory and George were already sleeping. "Hi, guys. Are you guys sleeping?" Prince Xander asked to be sure again. "I didn't sleep, Prince. I just closed my eyes." Suddenly, George got up and said as he leaned back on the bed. "Mr. George? Are you sick?" Prince Xander asked when he saw George's dispirited face. George shook his head. "No, Prince. I'm not sick. I just feel a little tired. Maybe because I was too excited to party earlier," said George with a smile.

Lucas spun around at the sound of the cough and Cordelia hurriedly pulled her dress up to cover her breasts, she could feel her face becoming flushed with embarrassment. The man in the doorway was George , Lucas stepfather. A man who married into the family only a few years ago, George was indeed controlling and he liked to order Lucas around whenever he felt like it. Cordelia felt mortified, as Lucas helped her to cover herself by zipping her dress back up. He pulled his jeans up and threw his t-shirt back on over his perfect physique. “How long have you been standing there? I thought you knew we weren't coming here untill next week,” Lucas said looking at George , who hadn’t spoken a word

“Do you remember them clearly? I could reach out to inform them.” George closed his eyes for a long moment before opening them again. “I can hear their voices… but not their faces,” he admitted. I frowned, disbelief written all over my face. “How is that even possible?” I murmured to myself. “So, without Samuel Reed, we can’t move forward?” I asked. He nodded. I rubbed my temple, thinking fast. Then, a spark of an idea hit me. I clicked my fingers. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll find him soon,” I said, smiling. His eyes softened. He looked at me with hope for the first time since I’d known him. Slowly, he snapped his fingers.