Dream Crushed Novels & Stories

The girl leans into her as the guy Jonny stares down at Loyalty from the stage, and starts to sing out the lyrics to David Archuleta’s song ‘Crush’. My internal rage grows as he reaches this one verse, “why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you. You’ve got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know”! Yeah, I have to know too, buddy, because if she is returning those feelings I’m going to have to murder your ass! “Do you ever think, when you’re all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch your breath when I look at you, are you holding back like the way you do”? Yea

Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much. My heart is shattered; I have lost Jenna yet again. She was so close within my reach, and it fell apart before it could even start. I love this woman so damn much, but I cannot be with her. It fucking kills me, it is eating me up alive, and god, there is nothing that I can do about it. But I have to; giving her up will be the hardest thing I will ever do in my life. Thinking of those brown eyes swim in nothing but sorrow is the worst torture that I have ever felt. I feel like falling into an abyss and simply disappear.

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

I pressed my hands to his chest. Nothing. “Damien.” Nothing. “DAMiEN.” Nothing. The truth hit like a blade through my spine. My mate. My second chance. Gone. Something inside me shattered completely. A sound ripped out of my chest — raw, primal, broken beyond repair. I screamed. And the cave swallowed the sound whole. Wake up Damien please, I begged and cried as I shook his limp body in my arms ****

Jade cried out, waking up in a start. Seeing the familiar surroundings of her room, she was momentarily dazed. 'It was just a dream. Caelan is still alive. He is still alive.' Jade patted her chest, not wanting to experience the heart-wrenching feeling from the dream again. Sitting in front of her vanity, she realized her eyes were swollen from crying. Her hair was a mess, and her face looked pale and lifeless. Touching her sunken cheeks, Jade let out a bitter laugh. She had driven herself to this state.

I feel his body slamming against the rocks, breaking the wall and causing one section of the cave to break and rain down all over us. Drake’s body gets buried in rock and rubble. I can see blood seeping through the cracks in between the rocks. My heart seizes up my throat, but Tristan doesn't give me a chance to process all of it. He emerges from the rocks and rams into me again. This time, I have nowhere else to go. Rocks are raining down continuously, and if I move, I'm going to get crushed.... I brace myself for the impact, taking a deep breath. But as I do so, I catch a familiar scent that I thought I would never smell again. The scent of Diamond.

NELDRISDYD : I have been walking for a while inside this darkness; it was my first time coming to this kind of dream. Since meeting Dahlia, she gave me the vibes of someone I used to know; someone who died sacrificing herself for me to continue living. However, her sacrifice only made me lose sight of life and made me desire death like no one ever did. I wanted to reunite with her in the afterlife but meeting Dahlia made my plans go to an unexpected path; I wanted to keep living. But I was cursed and with a limited time.

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

I was supposed to be chosen. Instead, I was a detour. A bond to be severed. Sometimes I think about rejecting him first. Maybe it would’ve hurt less. Maybe it wouldn’t have burned this way. But I didn’t want him to live without knowing what he destroyed. Now I live with the wreckage. ⸻ Damien and Cris – Outside the Door Cris: “He’s not getting better.” Damien: “I know.” Cris: “He needs to scream. Or cry. Or hit something. Anything.”

~Dante~ I groaned as my hangover pressed against my skin and skull. My hand is resting on what seems to be an ass. I fought the urge to open my eyes as I remembered shit. What the fuck did I get myself into today? My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled that I was drinking and that Candice was at the same bar. I really can’t end up with Candice. If I ever fucked her, I might as well die.