Dream Hiding From Someone Novels & Stories

My thumb hovered over the keyboard, but I didn’t know what to say. How do you tell someone you just dreamed of their heartbreak? I tossed the phone aside, burying my face in my hands. My chest ached, the phantom pain of the dream still fresh. “Lyra,” I whispered the sound of her name like a prayer on my lips. “What are you hiding from me?” The dream wasn’t just a nightmare, it was a message. Something was wrong, and I couldn’t ignore it. I had to find her, to talk to her, to make her see that whatever she was going through, she didn’t have to face it alone.

I barely had time to hide the drive before Damian appeared, his expression stormy. "What the hell are you doing out here?" he demanded. "I needed some air," I lied, hoping he couldn't hear the tremor in my voice. His eyes narrowed. "At midnight?" "I couldn't sleep." Damian's gaze was intense as if he was trying to see through my lie. "You're hiding something," he said quietly. "And I swear I'll find out." My heart raced as his words hung in the air. I tightened my grip on the flash drive hidden in my coat pocket, praying he wouldn't notice.

That is when she heard a faint giggle echo through the walls. “What the hell?” Whispered Sage. She stood there and watched herself walking around the building. Shades moved as she heard footsteps coming closer. But this time she saw a figure move. It seemed to study her, but it quickly disappeared when a bunch of people came stomping around the corner. In a flash, Sage figured out what dream she was having and knew it was time for her to leave because some evil ass real people would be coming. Ducking behind a wall Sage made her way toward the back door. She made a break for it dodging the hail of bullets that followed her. She knew she was in real trouble because not only had she seen her p

The dreams were growing more vivid and unsettling by the day, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. "Harmona…" I whispered into the night. The name brought no recollection of the past, and I couldn't comprehend its significance. But still, something about that name felt familiar as well, like a memory that I couldn't quiet grasp. As I grappled with the enigma of my dreams, little did I know that I was not alone in my confusion, and someone was monitoring my every move. Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the silent observer in the shadows, someone who had been keeping a watchful eye on me from a distance. An enigmatic figure lurking in the darkness, their intentions and motives

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

Tears welled in my eyes as I whispered to them, pouring my hopes and fears into their tiny ears. Oh, Liam, what has become of us? The love we shared seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by uncertainty and deception. I yearned for the truth, for resolution, but fear held me captive. The thought of facing Liam, of exposing myself to the unknown, sent shivers down my spine. In this secluded chamber, hidden from the world, I clung to the fading flicker of hope. Hope that someday the truth would be revealed, that the veil of lies would be lifted. But for now, I remained concealed, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision to hide.

I whisper, the confession tumbling out before I can stop it. It’s something I’ve kept locked up for years. Two wolves have haunted my fantasies, and Rowen is one of them. But if life has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t bet on mating dreams. Too many friends have gotten their hearts broken thinking they knew who their mate was—only to find out fate had other plans. Rowen’s a best friend. A wet dream. A fantasy I had to do my own damn laundry over because the omega staff were starting to notice. But a mate? There’s no guarantee.

But sometimes he just has to trust me. I closed my eyes and then I was dreaming I saw Heidi running away with Jake, they were happy. Suddenly I saw a bridge and Jake was standing on the side. Heidi was walking towards him her arms opened and Jake raised his arms to hug her. But when she reached to him she just pushed him down. I gasped and was wide awake. I felt a hand tightening on my belly. "What is it Babe?", I heard a sleepy voice from Dane. He had come to sleep with me. I didn't know when I had slept probably very early which hasn't happened before.

I was pulled from my thoughts when someone pinched my right earlobe, dragging me out of my thoughts and me in the process. “Daydreaming again, I see. Who is it this time?” My best friend Lena asked me teasingly. I blushed. “No one!” I reply almost indignant. I can't really tell her that I having a nightmare again. It will only make Lena worry and when she is worried she would only probe more. I can't afford to lie to her again. It'll break her heart, she trusted me and I can not trust her in return for the fear that Roman would include her the moment he would catch up on me.