Dream George Novels & Stories

I couldn't feel her anymore and that scared me more than anything. "What just happened!!!" Neil demanded and I stared up at Sally in horror. "They beat her. They almost raped her! I can't feel her!! IS SHE DEAD?!!" I frantically ran toward Sally. She shook her head as tears poured down her face. "I... I don't know. Maybe she passed out?" she offered with anguish on her face. We all froze for a moment. "If she's passed out, can you do the dream spell?" Vic asked and Sally nodded slowly at first but then stronger.

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.

“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 before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

With my savings, I opened a small art studio, teaching children how to draw. Once, I had believed my talent was meant for gallery spotlights, for applause and acclaim from countless strangers. But now, I only wanted to sketch simple lines in peace and teach a handful of innocent children. A month later, the fake-death service company contacted me. "Dennis Malcolm has been looking for you recently," they said. "Looking for me?" I chuckled softly, my voice cold. "I'm already dead. What could he want from me?" "He's been to your gallery," the staff member explained. "He's even tried reaching out to your old friends. But rest assured, our protection measures are thorough. He won't find anything.

Imogene Scott I jolt awake, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. The room is dimly lit, the heavy curtains keeping most of the daylight out. My heart is racing, my body damp with sweat. I sit up slowly, pressing a hand to my chest. The dream is already slipping away, but I know what it was about. Georgia. It’s always Georgia. My dreams are always about her. Mostly about that night she died.

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

I groaned sleepily. "Awesome, I'll see you later," Jace said and hung up. I seriously think the universe was trying to screw with me in any way possible. I think back to the woman in my dream. Remembering the way I felt with her. The things I saw, her moans and screams, and started fisting my cock. I find the last memory, where I came deep inside her pussy and found my release. I laid my head back on my pillow and wondered why a house I built found its way into this dream. All work and no play makes Blaze a dull boy. Sleep found me once again, and I dreamed of only darkness.

As I gasped for air and blinked through the haze, I turned to see who had rescued me, it was George. But he seemed different, almost unrecognizable, his expression distant and shadowy. The fear washed over me, and I gasped awake, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, my heart racing uncontrollably. Beside me, George slept peacefully. I hardly remember my dreams, but this one was strikingly vivid, its emotions still lingering as if it were reality. I knew it was no ordinary dream, yet I didn’t know how to interpret it. I chose to push the unsettling thoughts aside, though a small part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that it might hold a deeper meaning.

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.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.