Dream George Novels & Stories

“Teenage girls aren’t the only ones who get lost in dreams and wake up wondering if they were real or not. I did that plenty of times after Paris.” “You dreamed of me?” My lips twitched. “Dreamed of you, saw you in places you weren’t, thought I was hearing your voice shout my name across the street.” His blue eyes pierced mine. “What? You never did that?” “Never.” “Liar.” “I didn’t!” He walked to me, his lips twisted in a smirk. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to believe me.” I walked backward, holding my arms up. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, one I recognised, one that sent promises of forever flooding through my body like they were whispered yesterday. “George.”

She was deep in thought again, wrestling with whatever ghosts haunted her dreams. He had woken earlier to relieve himself and had caught the low murmur of the sisters’ voices. Curiosity, and concern for Eloise, had kept him from going straight back to bed. “So,” George began gently, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, “you were visited again by that dream? The one with the soul asking for help?” Eloise nodded slowly, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on the scarred tabletop. The lamplight painted soft highlights across her face, accentuating the exhaustion in her eyes. “Yeah… but there’s something new in it this time.”

"Tell me everything about your dreams." He raised his brows nonchalantly and clasped his hands. "There's nothing much that really happens. It just the girl has red hair and she appears in different places. That's all." "And what about the part when you feel her presence?" Charles stayed quiet, before answering he cleared his throat. "I don't know. I don't want to believe she's a ghost. I want to know if she really exists. So give me an exact meaning to my dreams."

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

I didn't come to my senses until Diana left the house. When I first left the orphanage to live with the Grant family, I thought I had finally found a home. But over the years, I realized I would never stand on equal footing with Diana. I studied relentlessly, worked myself to the bone, and fought tooth and nail to build a career. Yet, in Diana's eyes, I remained a mere freeloader living off her family's wealth. I sat alone in the dark living room all night until my phone vibrated. It was Diana. Her tone was completely casual, almost playful, as she spoke. "Pierre, I found your father. He's still alive."

Grace dreamed of me? *****

George asked, his voice trembling. "Exactly. Now that you’re dead, the only way to communicate with someone from your past life is through a dream. It’s likely your one and only shot at saving yourself." George hurriedly asked, "How do I send a dream?" "It’s simple. I’ll take you to a room. Whatever you want to say, just say it. She’ll hear it." He led George to a room shrouded in white mist, ethereal and surreal as if it were pulled straight from a dream.

While Valery kept watch from the living room and Alessandro made his way to the hospital, inside that cold room where she slept, Georgia began to dream and shiver. She had fallen into the arms of Morpheus, compelled by the morphine they had given her, and once again, she was having one of those visions she had experienced in the past... One of those that she had missed so much. "Where have you been, Mom?" Georgia asked the woman of her dreams. "You have no idea how much I missed you." "I know you missed me, my daughter. I regret not coming to see you, but sometimes things don't happen the way we want them to," she said, gently stroking Georgia's hair.

These were the words that Laura spoke while maintaining an anxious and disturbed tone in her voice. "I don't even know where to begin with that such question. Let's have a conversation right now." George interrogated Laura in an agitated manner, and it was clear that he was on the verge of losing control of himself. "You purposefully hurled down our kid from a waterfall in my dream, as you said that she was a cursed child, and you intended to get rid of her, and that is what you did in my dream!" As Laura began to severely pant, George asked her about her dream. Laura then related her experience to George.

Inside the room, Dante, Glory and George were already sleeping. "Hi, guys. Are you guys sleeping?" Prince Xander asked to be sure again. "I didn't sleep, Prince. I just closed my eyes." Suddenly, George got up and said as he leaned back on the bed. "Mr. George? Are you sick?" Prince Xander asked when he saw George's dispirited face. George shook his head. "No, Prince. I'm not sick. I just feel a little tired. Maybe because I was too excited to party earlier," said George with a smile.