Dream Book Novels & Stories

But I knew that that wasn’t something I could imagine. I couldn’t sleep well. I tried to make myself sleep but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours when sleep finally found me. The dream was weird. I was in a forest; I was standing on top of a garden bellow. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The walls were so high and the only way to go in and out was though two huge boulders and you’ll have to climb up the roots of the trees. A lake was near me and a huge tree was rooted near the wall. It was like a bowl. I turned to a figure in front of me. It was a woman. I staggered back. She had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades and it was braided in a French br

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

I uttered, “It's too small. It would be better for me if I sleep there.” “There's no way I'm letting you sleep there. My mother would be turning in her grave.” He smiled. Before I could say anything, he patted me softly on my head. I watched him leave the window and walk straight to the bathroom. A deep sigh escaped my lips. I pounced on the bed—exhausted. When Damon got out, he laid on the sofa as he scanned his phone for any new updates on the whereabouts of the evil organisation. I was already fast asleep in Dreamland. I felt like I was floating around a cloud. It was fun—gliding and soaring through the sky. I felt free. Suddenly, the bright clouds turned gray and I started falling. I clo

Lily's friends teased her and she snapped out of her reverie. They were on a boat cruise in Los Angeles, celebrating one of her friend’s birthday. She woke up one morning to find herself in her house, surrounded by all her friends. They claimed she was found a week after she went missing in the same boutique she went missing at. She narrated her experience to them and her typical goofy friends nicknamed her princesa. And just like Don Nikolai Alejandro had assured, she couldn't forget him. And even if she could forget him, he left a small tattoo of his initials on her wrist. D. N. A

"I'm not seeing anything you know." "Really? But I can see it clearly. Even those windows and the polished pale curtain and the portrait on the wall. It wasn't there earlier, right?" Damian added and surveyed the place. It felt to him like it was a different cottage. He felt like watching a different chamber. Diana glanced at him in astonishment. Must he still be dreaming? Or was he watching someone else's memory? He did confess that he had an odd ability. And the Elder tells him about being a Dream dweller. "I can't see anything Damian," Diana added and watched the boy carefully this time. "...Tell me more. What you see must be a clue or you are in someone else's dream or…"

Bob shared, sighing deeply as he locked his gaze on the models. “Dream?” I asked, looking at him. Bob scoffed. “Eve, a dream is when you see rainbows and unicorns. What I had was a nightmare. I must have been watching too many horror movies with my boyfriend,” he chuckled. “You and your boyfriend broke up?” Bethany chuckled, guessing about Bob’s dream. He sighed and rolled his eyes, facing my best friend. “I always think of that as an opportunity to find someone better, Beth.” He paused, his brows furrowing. “The truth? I can’t remember much about it, but it’s something related to the company.”

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

The dream, with its cryptic messages and shadowy figures, had set the stage for a saga that transcended the boundaries of mortal and supernatural realms. Carlile, the stalwart companion by my side, nodded in silent affirmation. Together, we embarked on a quest to defy the threads of destiny, determined to reshape the narrative that unfolded within the tapestry of dreams. The shadows of the past may have cast their pallor, but in the crucible of determination and alliance, we sought to forge a different path—a path where the echoes of a dream could be rewritten and the inevitable rewritten.

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."