Dream House Novels & Stories

In fact, the whole house was glass, away from the quiet and noise, just how I liked it. As soon as we stepped foot in, the house lit up immediately, he seemed unfazed by it, since it most probably happens every time for him. “Why am I here Dante?”, I asked as I started to wander around the house. “Well…I made a big promise to this girl…that I would make her very own special ‘Dreamhouse’, where she could feel free inside here and be happy.”, he said as he ushered me to a stool and then poured me a drink.

Hope I stepped out of the Limo into the well polished compound that held the beautiful home of Damian Spears. It was a mansion built on only God knows how many acres of land. It had what looked like an infinity swimming pool going all the way to the ocean. There was a garden full of different kind of flowers, there was even a play area for kids and a fish pond. Not exactly what I had imagined his home would look like. He however had men in black suits in almost every corner of the house. That part I had imagined.

“That isn’t a house.” I stared. “What is it?” “A cottage.” I laughed. “A four-bedroom cottage?” “Yes.” “You are ridiculous.” “You have eleven billion dollars.” “I don’t care.” He looked at me. “I do not know how to shop for normal houses.” “I noticed.” I moved closer to his laptop. “Five bedrooms.” “Six.” “Five.” “Six.” “Five.” “Six with one converted into something else.” I considered. “Library.” “Done.” I smiled. “See?”

“Because the night we left, just before Blue came and got me, I visited Aidan in his dreams. We were fighting and talking about everything. At the end I won because I disappeared and made him imagine all these monsters dead, and that they were all on top of him slowly suffocating him.” “Wow, you can do that?” “Well, yeah apparently.” “This is great, I guess we better go inside, I will have to text Alexandria and tell her that you are here.” “Okay lets go, where are we going to keep Blue?” “Well I guess he can stay in the house somewhere.” “Yeah that’s true because no one will be able to see you.” I say pointedly at Blue. He nods his head and starts walking towards the house. Ash and I follow

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."

Don’t get me wrong, I replied as I started walking towards him and once I got to where he was I stopped and wrapped my hands around his waist. I love this house , I love it so much and I feel so. Much at peace staring at the vast sea but let me tell you of my dream house. I want a house just by the sea like this , a white pouch, a house with different size of food utensils, two rooms facing the other, a little garden at the back, a library for my books and maybe an office for you and lastly three more special rooms, a gym and a mini apartment for me . Killian chuckles as he stares at me again to be sure that he had just heard me right.

"Okay. Tonight, let's talk about you. About what you dream of." I looked at him. "What I dream of?" "Yes. Tell me." I put down my knife and fork. "I want to have a small house. Just a house with two bedrooms and a small yard to plant flowers. I want to have a dog. A dog I can walk every evening." Adrian smiled as he listened. "I want to have a small cake shop, not a big one. Just a glass display case where I can show off the cakes I make. I want people to smile when they taste my cakes."

Anything related to the Clarksons was none of my concern. However, it upset me to learn that Charlotte was hogging my bedroom. I was forced to give up my bedroom back then. Everything in the room was filled with Mom’s love and wishes for me. The last thing I wanted was to give that away to someone else. Fortunately, I recalled that the manor was my mother’s separate property before marriage. Since she left her entire estate to me before her death, I saw no reason not to exercise my right to claim back what was mine.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.