Dream Detective Novels & Stories

Madam Yvonne continued, unperturbed. "Duh. No one comes here first." Nadine replied. "You'd be surprised. They tell me that you have the hots for the detective in charge of the case." Nadine said, smiling conspiringly. Nadine gulped. The night before, she'd had an insanely erotic dream in which Nick Law had played a starring role as the lead male. Nadine still wasn't convinced. Maybe some detective had noticed her reaction to Nick; a reaction she thought she hid well.

Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson:

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

So she let the blanket swallow her and drifted slowly, slowly, slowly into sleep… for the first time that day without waking in terror. Damian watched her chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. Then he settled on the couch, eyes wide open, muscles tense, listening to every creak, every sound outside the building. He didn’t sleep. Not even for a second. Across town… Ethan watched the same investigator’s activity on a mirrored feed. His lips curled upward. “Oh, Damian,” he murmured, twisting a screwdriver between his fingers. “You’re so predictable.” He lifted a small black box from the table.

Reporters swarmed the steps, shoving mics in Jenna's face. "Detective Blake, is it true you've identified the suspect?" "Can you address the last livestream? Do you REALLY see through the killer's eyes—or was it all fake, like people are saying?" Jenna stood firm, taking the hit from every question like a pro. "I was seriously injured last time—my head wasn't clear. That's why I messed up. But this time, I've got real evidence. The killer won't get away." The crowd went still. Every eye on her, waiting.

“Yes, she is much more than what she seems. She is soft, sweet, smart, and dangerous as well. Alex, I found my match, and she is much more than she appears to be. I need to find out what is going on and why she appears back here and now. “ Alex chuckles while he cleans up the table and mess of blood bags, “Dom, you are a mess. Go take a shower at least, and please drink out of the glass. This isn’t like you! What is going on with you?” “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 befor

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

She looked into the distance at a small pathway into the woods and got an idea. "Do you want to know the real reason I do track?" Becca asked intriguingly. "So that you can say you're faster than me." Demitri complained. "Okay Asshole, we gotta run two laps. If you beat me the first lap, I'll show you something amazing." Becca said. Demitri's brain started running wild. What was Becca going to show him? It's not like there's much about her that he doesn't know, so does this mean she was hiding something before?

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.