Dream Escaped Novels & Stories

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

She raised her voice because it had been another hour of waiting. Vale only shook his head. While Mark rattled and talked to one man. He pleaded that they would let them join their team. Fortunately, the guy agreed. “Damn! We might not see the sea of clouds.” Einille gritted her teeth. They finally started the trek, joining the other group. “Calm down! Trust me. We’ll witness it. We just need to fasten our pace.” Vale tapped her shoulder. Einille prayed that they would get the chance to witness the infamous sea of clouds of Mount Pulag. She was still cursing their tour guide, who didn’t arrive. They were two hours late from the original time of jump-off. It was her dream to see the heavenly

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

He opened his eyes and looked at Amanda with concern, as she was covered in cold sweat. He gently propped himself up on one elbow, his voice laced with worry. "Amanda, what happened? Why did you scream like that?" Amanda took a moment to steady her breathing, the echoes of her dream still reverberating in her mind. She swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto Drake's, seeking solace in his presence. "I had a dream, Drake," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "It was like no other dream I've ever had. I was in the presence of the Moon Goddess, and she spoke to me."

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

Layla’s POV In my dreams, I often imagined finding the exit door from hell , a quiet place where I could finally rest, truly rest. A haven filled with serenity, far from instruments of torture, violence, and screams. Unfortunately, that dream was all it would ever be. I would never escape my prison. No one would come to rescue me. Who would want a woman like me? Broken, scarred, and burdened with a past too heavy to bear.

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

Once Julia's asleep on my chest on our bed, I allow myself to break down fully with not witnesses as my heart wrenching sobs and fleeting thoughts that I wish Liam all the happiness in the world; but I wish upon a star that it was us and not that other man who had children with Liam. Falling asleep tonight in bed with my female half, my female soul mate but we're missing our other soul mate; who is in the arms of another man and forever. Liam's P.O.V.