Dream And George Novels & Stories

Georgie crashes into my body to hug me with all her might and cry on my chest for a few seconds, but then she lets go of me and takes a few steps towards Cain to hug him just as tight, except his chest is bare. "G, you're scaring us," Cain complains and puts his hands on Georgie's head to force her to look into his eyes, "Are you in pain of some kind?" "No," she says. Her crying is starting to subside so she finally lets go of Cain's bare waist and looks at me again, "I… I had another bad dream. You both disappeared on me, you stopped existing and I was also sucked into a black hole at the end.” "Oh, dear," I let out with a grimace and sigh, "Come here, baby. I’m sorry you keep having these

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."

“Bring an extra set of dining utensils for my wife…” Georgie’s face instantly turned cold. “Who’s your wife? Can you not say things that aren’t true?” Henry chuckled. “You will be… Sooner or later,” he said. “Stop dreaming… Alright?” Georgie said. “I’m not dreaming,” Henry said. “You are dreaming,” Georgie said. “I said I’m not dreaming,” Henry said. “If you don’t shut up, I’m leaving,” Georgie said. “Alright, I’ll shut up…” Henry said.

“I’ve had dreams my whole life. A girl with gray eyes like mine. A lady with silver hair singing to us. I thought I was just making it up because I was lonely.” “I had the same dreams,” I said, crying now. “Same woman. Same song. And lately I kept dreaming about two little boys. I didn’t get it.” “They were real memories,” Catherine said. “The magic hid them, but it couldn’t erase everything. Some part of you always remembered each other.” “That’s why I ended up here,” George said, eyes wide. “My wolf dragged me to Blackwood land. I thought I just needed a pack. But it was you. I was looking for you.”

George also cast a spell on Desmond so everyone would believe it was him George who was dead and that is how he ended the war because the vampires concluded George was dead. George went away from the mountains and hid himself for all these years awaiting his son, Ragnor, to grow so together, they could claim the Kingdom he built, but that is the part of the story Princess Siku and everyone for that matter did not know.

"And what about the cake? Have you found a design that you like?" George also knows that when Sherly and Solace were little, they had a cake design, and Solace knew that was what Sherly wanted. Sherly lost her design, and George saw her looking through his cardboard boxes and left his room disappointed. Unbeknownst to Sherly, Solace hid her copy that she had almost lost before and gave it to George. For George, all Sherly's dreams were, and he wanted to fulfill them. This is Sherly's dream wedding, and George will make sure it's perfect.

“If your dreams don’t scare you, they are too small” -Richard Branson Dreams were a path for people to achieve something they want in their lives. These thoughts made them see a bigger picture other than the situation they were in. A cherished aspiration. A goal ---- a finish line of a race. People wanted to achieve something, bigger than everyone else. Money, power, fame, and career were the fundamentals of life as people thought. If you don’t have any of these, you’re useless, pathetic---- worse, people might see you as nothing.

The phone had no traces of George, not even on the blocked list. It appeared the two reunited at the fundraiser, just like his investigator told him. He put the phone aside and took his bath before calling it a night. He did not feel like eating. Minutes into his sleep, the nightmare popped up. This time it was different, he was in a deep cave, scared with broken legs, and George stood on the opening of the cave laughing. "Help!" he kept screaming in his sleep, but George kept laughing. "Please help me... Please help me!" Ezra cried out.

Sigrid sputtered, "Are you out of your mind? Absolutely not! In your dreams!" George raised his eyebrows and held her in his arms. He asked in a low voice, "How is this a dream? Then why don't we try it tonight? While we are doing it, I'll put the doll right beside us and you can pick up some tricks." Sigrid gritted her teeth, her face beet red. Why was George's mind always filled with all these erotic thoughts? Even someone as pure as her was already corrupted by him! "So, what do you say?"

Zezi hugged her protectively while George hugged them both. They spoke softly to her till she calmed down. When it was over, they sat by either sides of her again. "What was the dream about?" "Mummy, are you going somewhere?" Zezi could immediately feel George's burning gaze on her. She refused to look at him and kept her eyes focused on their daughter instead. "Why did you ask, Sweety?" "I dreamt that you left and never came back."