Dream Core Novels & Stories

How ever , right now I am just relishing in the dream world where any thing unexpected can happen. In the dream world , I watch as my surroundings become hazy – almost as if my dream is lagging the way an online game would. It then starts to glitch – the floor beneath me keeps disappearing and reappearing , until I find my self falling due to the permanent disappearing of the floor.

"Please don't leave me." Tears running down my cheeks as I ran after the figure that was quickly out of my sight. My little legs helpless to catch up. The darkness scared me, I hugged my bear bear tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. "Elora. Elora. Are you ok my dear." I woke to someone shaking the shit out of me. Sitting up in the strange bed and taking in my surroundings. I must have had that dream again. They were getting pretty frequent now. They never made any sense. The person leaving me was a blur. I had no idea who or where it was. People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

-You've been so sleepy lately, you're waking up later every day. -It's not my fault, it's those dreams, they're warning me of something. -Again with the same thing? -I know what you're going to say, but it's not normal, I keep dreaming about the same thing and I feel I'm in danger. That man I told you about, the one who saved me from the being, something happened to him, that being did something to him. -Calm down daughter. -I can't calm down. Now that he's gone, it will be easier for him to catch me and I'm afraid that if he does, I won't be able to wake up.

After everyone showered, which got delayed because Ife was happy to be able to to get ravished by all of her mates at the same time, they enjoyed a candle light dinner on the balcony. Duskin updated her and the twins on his findings concerning Jacob and Esime. They had gone to another realm to hide out, one that wasn’t used freely and came with a steep price. They sacrificed a part of a soul every time they entered this realm and they most likely were using souls from the growing list of missing people. Ife suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of doom headed their way. She didn’t know if it was for the pup or pups in her womb. If it was because of the battle ahead of them with Jacob and Esi

They were readying themselves for the battle of their lives, and no one was willing to back down. (Evelyn’s POV) The room was silent, a soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. I lay peacefully in the bed, my breathing steady and slow. But in the depths of my subconscious, a sense of unease crept in, pulling me into a dark and unsettling dream. Suddenly, I felt a cold presence near me. My eyes fluttered open, and my heart dropped. Standing mere inches from me was Daimon, his face twisted into a sinister grin. His eyes glowed an eerie red, and the air around him seemed to ripple with malevolent energy.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

He watched her carefully. "Subspace?" she blinked. "It's when you enter an altered state of consciousness, your brain sort of shifts gears and you experience a kind of natural high." "Yeah, like you feel like you're weightless and just totally relaxed? That was weird, but cool." Blake leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "You are something else, Amy. You really are." ***

My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower. Rushing into the kitchen, I get me a bottle of water and guzzle it down. My heart's pounding. After I calm myself I feel disgusting. I take a long shower then go out to the balcony. It's one in the morning and peaceful. The waves of the lake settle me. I ask God what on earth was that dream about? I know most dreams are meaningless. They come through anxiety and the busyness of the day, but some dreams stick. Most times you can't even remember your dreams right after you wake up, but I remember this dream in full detail. Each time I think of it I become afraid.

The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, fucking me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so fucking tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.”