Dream George Novels & Stories

But my roommates noticed it and one of them— George's son, fooled me into believing that we were going to hang out and took me to his personal clinic. As George is good with wounds and needles despite being a physician, he is as remarkable as a listener. He was my therapist in my teenage years as I couldn't afford; and since George's kiths contained therapists too, he spoke to them on my behalf and helped me get answers regarding my nightmares.

She whispered. Her mother just seemed to follow a pattern, and that is when she figured it out what she really was. Her mother was a death echo and nothing more. She had only ever seen one death echo before, and now her mother would be the second one. Sage felt like walking up the street seeing more of her dream. She wanted to try and remember what day it was. Following the sidewalk, Sage was happy in her dream, and she knew that it was going to be hard to leave. There was no death and only light and happiness that was good enough for her.

How are you, Myung-dae? Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this? Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade.... Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought

Although today, it felt different watching his car disappear down the long gravel drive, it’s like something unfurled inside me and this time it wasn’t even relief. But something else, something darker and I knew it had something to do with my new obsession with Gabe. I haven’t been sleeping well since I met him, thoughts of him keeps invading my head. I wake up with my panties soaked every single night whispering his name. Have begged God to help me forget, help stop this sex dreams, but it seems he doesn’t listen to my prayers not anymore…

I struggled to raise my arm as I squinted against the light. “I’m…I’m out.” I gasped as my surroundings came into focus. It was the forest. Not the first from the nightmare. But a real forest. I didn’t recognize the area, but I was sure this was real. How did I get here? I had been in a dungeon the last time I was awake. ‘About damn time you joined the land of the living! I’ve been trying to get to you.’ August sighed in relief. ‘AUGUST!! TELL ME THAT’S YOU! TELL ME I’M NOT DREAMING! THAT YOU’RE BACK!’ I shouted, feeling like a kid on Christmas.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

But I was glad that it was just a dream. And then I heard it, the footsteps. Low, heavy, and steady coming towards my door. "Miss Dankworth, Jane?" His male voice which I couldn't mistake for anyone else. James Carville. I would prefer it if he just stopped calling me Mias Dankworth and just stick to Jane. I could tell from his voice that he didn't sleep a wink, softer than I'd ever heard it. Then the door opened, just enough for light from the hall to spill in. He was still in his black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his eyes scanning the room before finding me, and stopping.

I subtly pushed the gurney forward. “No!” “Stop!” Serena and Quinn cried out simultaneously. “Sophia, listen to me. Wheel him out, and I’ll agree to whatever you want!” Serena pleaded, her voice strained as she bit her lip. “Mom, I’ve spent so many years with Lannister. I know him best. Let him leave peacefully now. I can’t bear it either, but we can turn his ashes into a ring or necklace and keep him close as if he’s still with us.” I shook my head, pretending to look at Lannister with a sorrowful gaze.

"It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one belongs to the Princess of Dirbay." Gianna gasped loudly, her eyes gleaming with envy. However, she suddenly thought of something. "But as I recall, you hate the color blue the most. Why would Mr. Johnson give you a blue brooch, then?" Tracy's smile froze on her face. "Who said I didn't like blue? My current favorite color is blue!" Gianna didn't press any further. She turned and pointed at the hallway, suddenly screaming, "Trace, look! Mr. Johnson is here! He's coming!"

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.