Dream George Novels & Stories

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,' Then You scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions... Job 7:13-14 The rustling outside of our tent wakes me. Supposedly, there's no wild beast out here, but I check on my four girls. They're sound asleep. For a moment I sit listening, then as soon as I start to lie back down the rustling starts again. I call Malika. Groggy she answers, "Hey Jade. What's up?"

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

I wasn't able to sleep at all yesterday night as I was continuously worrying about what was on that billionaire's head. At sharp 6:55 a.m. I reached the cafe. I entered from the back door to be greeted by Martha's sobbing and her tearful face. I quickly kept my bulky bag on the nearby chair and quickly made my way to the old woman. “Martha.", I said softly while putting my hand on her frail shoulder. “Its all over Iris.", Martha said in an utterly broken voice. “George's dream is over. I can't do anything.", she screamed in frustration.

Brown carefully asked, “Is there something very important that you need to discuss with him? Do you need me to wake him up early?” “Wake him up now.” Earl frowned, and he looked very impatient. Mr. Brown dared not look for trouble. He immediately went upstairs and knocked on George’s room door. George had not slept at all last night. He had been deep in thought on how to make himself stronger and capable of protecting Mom. As he feared, he had insomnia the entire night. “Young Master George, Master asked you to wake up now and go downstairs.” Halfway through Mr. Brown’s sentence, he was shocked. “Why are your dark circles so heavy? Did you stay up very late last night?”

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.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.