Dream Escaped Novels & Stories

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

Exactly as it had been when I’d stumbled in last night, after Jasper’s so-called punishment, after I’d watched him fuck Vivienne while moaning my name, after I’d reversed their game and left them both bleeding in different ways. I’d come back here. Bathed three times trying to scrub away the humiliation, the rage, the unwanted slick between my thighs. Masturbated hard, and desperate, fingers inside me, thumb on my clit, moaning his name into the pillow until I shattered. Then I fell asleep and dreamt. Of him. Of course it was a dream. Dax was gone. Gone to the realm. Gone because of the severance. Gone because I’d told him to go.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

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 ..."

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

The council murmured, their attention fixed on the subtle aurora-like glow threading through the chamber. --- Global Dreamscape — Sophia’s Perspective Sophia moved through dreamscapes made of fragments: sunlight on ocean waves, the scent of pine forests after rain, the laughter of children she had never met, the sighs of lovers in hidden rooms. Each memory, each feeling, became a note in the symphony. She felt the fears too: isolation in a Mumbai slum, grief in a Parisian apartment, rage in a Chicago street. They surged toward her, raw and unfiltered. Yet even these chaotic threads, when touched by the resonance, softened, integrated, transformed into understanding.

She wanted to escape the nightmare that had taken hold of her, but it seemed to have a relentless grip on her thoughts and emotions. A cry escaped her lips, and it only got louder and more desperate as the torment in her dream intensified. She struggled to distinguish between reality and the chaotic images that besieged her mind. Her body contorted, and the sheets tangled around her, mirroring the turmoil within. As the nightmarish cycle continued, Jada's breathing became more erratic, her moans more pronounced. The pain in her head was unbearable, and she felt as though she was drowning in a sea of emotions and memories.

Swoosh! I released the final threads of space-time magic. When Drex opened his eyes again, the world would be different. I would be back in my own dimension, and he would wake up in his apartment, trapped in a loop that had reset to the morning—a morning where the memory of an assistant manager named Elea Jemimia would slowly fade from the minds of everyone around him. Only in the quietest depths of his heart might he continue to wonder about the elf who had briefly graced his life. Farewell, Drex.

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.