Dream And George Novels & Stories

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

Jane, lost in thought about how to acquire the drug to stage her death, was absent minded. The room was quiet and peaceful. The wind had been strong lately, occasionally lifting the bed curtains. Neither of them noticed that at some point, George had already entered. Through the shifting curtains, the first thing that met his eyes was a fleeting glimpse of pale skin. It was just like what he had seen in his dream last night.

Chapter 20 George walked out with anger, as he was walking along the pathway that led to the cottage, he called his driver to get the keys. At Lincoln suits, George was sitting in a sofa near a window, he was just looking at the view and the thoughts of how he meet his wife came to him, the first date, the long talk at night, his dream he shared with her, how she was so innocent and noble, the attraction, "was it all fake" he asked himself. But when they were dating she hasn't mentioned her dream to him, he tried so hard to see if he could he remember if she had but didn't take notice, he tried to check himself to see if he has wronged her for once but couldn't hold hand on to anything. He r

x x x x x x x “Hello Mr Woods. “ My eyes open to a man wearing long white veil with button closure and long sleeves, probably a Reverend Father “Hi Reverend Father… “ “George. Call me Father George. “ “Nice to meet you Father George. ” “The pleasure is all mine. You have met Sister Alexandra​, yes? “ “Yeah. She’s very pretty. “ “Yes, she is.” “Careful there Father before you break some rules. ” “I’m glad you are in a good mood. You mentioned a name in your sleep Victoria was it? I assume you were having a dream about her.” “Yes. She is my wife. Has anyone called her to come pick me yet? “

Renea refused coldly and made a detour to leave. “Has George been rejected?” “George was rejected.” Everyone was shocked. George was the second best-looking guy in Dream High Academy and his grades were also outstanding. Many girls were pursuing him in the school, but he didn’t even look straight at them. The only one who got close to him was campus beauty, Kailey. “He was just rejected by a fake daughter.” George was also shocked. He didn’t think that Renea would reject his confession. Seeing this, Oliver clenched her fists in anger.

Marcy stirred from her sleep and took a deep breath that filled her lungs with the sweet scent of clover. It was the scent that came with longing, and at the same time, it created knots in her stomach. Was she dreaming of George? It seems like it. And the dream was so vivid that small zaps of their bond danced over her skin because in her dream she was embracing him. Wait! How can that be a dream if she can hear his light snores? Marcy opened her eyes and realized that she was in a hotel room. That was the room she was supposed to share with Nora, yet George was on the bed with her.

The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the twins. George turned to her then, eyes sharp and searching. “What’s going on, Thalia?” he asked, his voice low and controlled. She shook her head. “I…I had a dream.” she trembled as her lips parted. George’s brows knit together. “A dream?” “Yes,” she whispered. “A dream that Franklin found out, the twins were his.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Shame and terror swirled in her chest. George stepped closer, his hands cupping her arms. His grip wasn’t harsh—just steady enough to calm her. His gaze bore into hers, as though he was trying to pull the rest of the truth from her trembling lips.

This fear was so palpable that it must have alerted Jacob, who tried to rouse me from the nightmare. George was pulling a gun from his waistband, and horrifyingly, he wasn't aiming at me. His target was Jacob. I woke up just as George was about to pull the trigger, the terror of the dream spilling over into the waking world. What happened next was something I still struggle to comprehend. The relief of seeing Jacob safe and sound in front of me paralyzed my thoughts, but not my body. Driven by a surge of emotion, I lunged at Jacob, pressing my lips against his in a fervent kiss.

She would have hated this secrecy. A knock sounded. He did not need to turn to know who it was. “You should rest,” Liam said gently from the doorway. George scoffed softly. “And dream?” Liam stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Dreams can be kinder than reality.” George laughed then, short and bitter. “Since when has delusion solved anything?” They stood there, the space between them charged and fragile. “I saw the way you looked at her today,” Liam said after a moment. “You’re proud of her and rightly so.”