Dream App Novels & Stories

Even from a distance, Damian could tell that the man was his uncle. “Zoom in on this angle,” Damian pointed at one point. Not at what Leonard was doing but at one of Leonard's men. The man with the scar on his jaw was Damian's main target. He was the reason why Damian was checking the shipment of Dream Pills (a drug with a high addictive content, beating the ecstasy commonly circulated in Damian's club). The selling price of Dream Pills is quite high but enthusiasts don't care. They were trapped in the dreams the pills gave them (the hallucinations were more influential on the user's subconscious).

Something between. “Relax,” he said softly. “If I wanted to stop you, you wouldn’t even be standing.” I growled, shifting back to human because I needed words. “Where is my daughter?” Jace tilted his head. “You stepped into the Dreamworld, Damon. A place between breath and memory. You came because your soul is bonded to hers. But this path wasn’t made for you.” “I don’t care what it was made for,” I snapped. “Show me where she is.”

A cheating husband who wrecked my body without a second thought. Thinking about it made my chest ache. Luckily, Sean was always there—comforting me, building me back up, reminding me I was worth more than Joshua's lies. Bit by bit, I found my footing again and landed a job I loved in this new place. Then, on my first day at work, I saw something that made my stomach drop—Joshua's public post: [Please help me find my wife. I can't live without her.] [Anyone who provides information will receive a reward of $50,000.]

Claiming. Amelia drifted off with Victor’s heartbeat against her spine, Damien’s breath in her hair, Lucas’s fingers still brushing her skin. She didn’t dream. She didn’t need to. Reality was better.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

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It was etched in her mind from previous dreams, and all night, she was fighting the urge to say to hell with it and make love to him for real. A knock came at the door, and Amber set straight up on the couch, realizing she was dreaming again and she was all alone in the living room. “Damn it to hell! This is becoming a serious issue. I swear that felt real.” Amber feeling upset and a little disappointment from the realization she was only dreaming again. Amber opens the door to Alex, which he brought with him food, a fresh cup of coffee, more bags of blood, and his fresh, happy self. “Hello Amber. I bring you gifts.” He chuckles.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

"we are unfortunate to get the fortune we desire. The peanuts we earn is spent on shelter and food. We sleep like piles of garbage. We pay to get comfort.. I am tired. I miss home. I miss my family ................................. I stopped reading, closed the dairy and began wondering about my father's experience in Libya. It was a bright Friday. The sun shone brightly and the day seemed bright. My mother and siblings had already done the chores and left together for the bar. I walked happily to the clinic. It was my first session with Dr. Amrah. I just declined Layo's offer of acompanying me to the session. I felt it wasn't necessary. I had texted Dr. Amrah earlier. She was expecting m