Dream House Novels & Stories

There, something was covered by a white silk cloth that contrasted with the studio light. ​With a slow and dramatic movement, Mike pulled the cloth away. My eyes widened. In front of me stood a highly detailed miniature of my dream house. The architecture was exactly as I had often described—a house with large glass walls and a sprawling garden. ​"This is our future home, Honey. I’m going to build it right after we say our sacred vows at the altar," he said while hugging me from behind. "And of course, the queen of that house must look breathtaking."

I saw an advertisement on a secondhand marketplace app that someone was giving away an unused stroller for free, pickup only. The address was in a wealthy neighborhood across town. I secured my daughter against my chest in a baby carrier, spent two hours changing buses, then walked for another half an hour under the scorching sun before finally reaching the small mansion. I was drenched in sweat, and my daughter was so hot she started wailing. The seller was a woman about my age, with the refined air of someone who had been pampered her whole life. She studied my miserable state, her voice laced with both disdain and pity. "You came all the way from Eastside? And you're planning to

Jade rasped low against my ear, his broad hands resting warm over my stomach. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, visualizing the blueprints that had been forming in my mind for months. "Not a mansion," I said softly, opening my eyes to look at the golden horizon. "Not a cold limestone fortress like the ones our fathers built to hide their sins. I want a house built of dark timber, local stone, and massive glass walls that open up to the sea. I want a courtyard in the center with wild roses and an open hearth that burns all winter long. A place where light fills every single room."

I said again and hugged her. "We'll leave you to shower and rest. I'll bring you some breakfast and maybe you will feel up to coming down and talking this afternoon" Maria said as she and Craig walked out and shut the door. I quickly undressed and showered. The water was heaven and I washed my hair and body three times before I felt truly clean. As I washed, I thought. I'm no idiot. I knew that something was up with Craig and his family. How could all of them survive the Nightmare? How could they all continue to live in this house with electricity and running water? How did Craig and Clay find me in the middle of the woods at night?

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.

Flower shops added colors to the experience she was embracing. The Deuce was right next to the flower shop. It was a two-story building that looked more like a big house that was transformed into a diner. There was seating in front of the place as well as the second-floor balcony. The house was lined with white picket fences no taller than her waist. Flower beds surrounded the area. The interior resembled a country home which reminded her of her home in Bluebridge.

Vast, slick, and all round magnificent, this doesn't look like office building, surveying the place Anna was amazed by the chic modern exterior, it has glass wall to reveal the heart of the place, Privacy walls cover the glazed lower wings of the area, whilst wood clad interior walls hide away private quarters on the second story. "This is beautiful." She murmured. Opening another door, Harry smiled. "This is the Dreamers Room. Our private room. The room was huge, it had a black and yellow pattern of hues, an enormous V frame holding up the open top story of this spectacular abode, which melds into a shuttered volume of soft comfortable beds. Sharp overhanging eaves shelter the living areas,

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

All Holly wanted to do was retreat to her room and sleep for a few more hours. When she woke up, at around 4pm, the house appeared to be empty. She checked, and her dad’s car was gone from the driveway. Now that she was feeling better and was all alone in the house, there seemed to be only one thing on her mind. Sex. During her nap she had a dream about Clara the girl she has met last night. The girl still had a lot to learn, but Holly could not take her large breasts off her mind and their make out session..

"He's scared something might happen to his mom if he leaves. Besides, most of our caches are on the Amador estate. It is also built like a fortress. Meaning-" "Meaning that it would be silly to leave. I get it. But I wanted this place," I threw my hands into the air to show him what I meant. The house of my dreams. "to be our home one day. There are more than enough rooms for everyone. For kids. Backyard space for a larger pool and slides coming into it." Alejandro wiggled his eyebrows at him. Moved closer. His hands rested on my hips. Gripped them for dear life. Suddenly, the air grew hot. "Kids?" He mused, smirk on his lips.