Dream Detective Novels & Stories

she asked herself, shaking her head as she stare at the mark for a couple of seconds. She lay down again, sighing and closing her eyes. Was it real? Her head ached of questions rummage her brain, she wanted an answer but how? Eyes moving at the white ceiling of her room, recollecting the dream of finding a clue to it, the places, the man, the sound of his voice, the temperature of the place, the metals sound—yet no matter what, it’s all just a nightmare. It was not real. A knock on her office door brought her back to reality, remembering her talked to the chief two days ago about Christopher Edmonton. The department of narcotics will handle his case and plan to catch the man. She was hoping

"Dad, I'm lost. I don't know what to do anymore. The serial killer don't fear the police anymore. And I can't do a damn thing to help keep the city safe." I asked my dad to meet me at the Burton Grove's Cafe to talk. I need some clarity, someone to shed some light for me. Because, if not, I will surely drown before all this is over. When I dreamed of becoming a detective, I never thought that I would face something as big as this. It's suffocating, and I feel like reaching through the dark.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Streetlights reflected against wet roads while traffic crawled slowly through downtown. Detective Raymond Cole drove quietly through the city with one hand on the wheel. The station had drained him today. There are too many lies. There are too many rich names. There are too many things not adding up. Mallory Allison. Alejandro Romero. Jace Norman. And somehow— A woman who apparently didn’t exist. Cole stopped at a red light and rubbed his tired eyes briefly. Then suddenly— His phone buzzed beside him. Unknown Number. He frowned slightly before opening the message.

My heart raced, and I slipped my hand into my bag, my fingers closing around a small knife I carried for safety. As the figure drew closer, I whirled and pressed the blade to his throat. "It's me, Serena," he said. I paused, looking up to see Damian's face. Dark circles carved beneath his eyes, exhaustion etched into every line. His voice was soft, almost broken. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" "Sneaking at night is terrifying," I said, putting the knife away. "Here for me?" "Yes," he admitted. "I got the ring. You saved me back then, didn't you?"

I was handcuffed to a metal table. The door opened and two detectives walked in. One was a tall lanky man with a tired face, the other was a woman with sharp eyes. They sat down across from me. "Mr. Hart," the woman said, her voice stern. "I'm Detective Reyes. This is my partner, Detective Carter. We have some questions for you." I looked at them, my mind still foggy. "What's going on? Why am I here?" "You're here because you're a suspect in a very serious crime," Detective Reyes said. "The attempted murder of Damian Moretti."

I responded immediately. He laughed at that, but then took on a serious pensive look. That rattled me a bit. Gboyega was never pensive, he was always smiling and carefree. "You need a detective and I know just the one. He's very good at his job too. Very discreet. He's like a blood hound. He'll dig up all the dirt on anyone, even details that have been hidden in the past." I looked at him, understanding hit me at his words. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He probably used him to get dirt about people he did business with.

The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them. Who are they to me? Are they real? Fucking stupid mind of mines. Ife blasted away at the force field surrounding her in the closet mindlessly. She knew she was running out of time and they would find a way to forcibly mark her so Jacob could get what he wanted. She could never let that happen. She had a mate out there, certainly not the Apollo that Lucy swore she stole away from her. In the midst of thinking of her possible mate, wondering about the details in the making of him, Ife did something she never expected.

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

But it had ended all too quickly for my liking and I don’t know what to think about this new boy Cooper. While I had been unconscious I had had a dream about a boy that looks exactly the same as Cooper, and in that dream he had been trying to kill Natalie and in the end I had killed Cooper, just as he went to kill Natalie. I wonder what this means? Is someone manipulating me? I don’t know but whatever it was I would have to forget about it and move on.