Dream House Novels & Stories

People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same. Feeling a little embarrassed at the hunk standing over me with such concern, I hid my face childishly under the soft white pillows. Groaning out loud and wishing I was not in this situation. "Shh my sweet baby, you're safe now." He pulled me into his chest and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in his strong aroma. Was I still dreaming. Thoughts of my old pack house popped into my head filling me with guilt. "Please. I need to go." I mumbled trying not to make contact with those eyes of his. God I wish I could lose myself into him and forget everything.

Lauren is currently talking to a man in a white suit near Professor Oak's laboratory. Salesman "Sir Lauren as you have requested this house if the nearest to Professor Oak's laboratory and it's spacious so you don't need to worry about guest visiting and the back yard is a huge free space which is nither owned by the government or anyone so you can find many pokemons visiting there" Lauren "I really like this place, I will buy it" Salesman "Excellent choice Sir Lauren, let's go back to our office to sign some legal documents and the house is yours"

I walked and opened the second door and It's dark so I closed the door and went to open the other door. After nearly opening the 8 to 9 door, I opened the 10th door which is the last room I guess because seriously what all this floor has. This is literally the dream house of anyone. There's a gym, an office, a kid's playroom!?, a big balcony with the best view of the city, one room full of clothes-shoes-ties, a storage room, A big damn indoor swimming pool, a mini indoor theatre. And 2-3 dark rooms.

I can almost hear their soothing rhythm, whispering promises of a tranquil life. I think a quick vision of the home. I explore every nook and cranny, taking in the thoughtful details that make this house feel like it was designed just for me. There are four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and even a study that could double as a cozy library. The master bedroom, a duplex with its own balcony, captures the essence of relaxation. I stand by the window, gazing out at the endless expanse of the ocean. The view is nothing short of breathtaking, a panorama of serenity. My heart flutters with excitement. Ms. Anderson rejoins me, and I smile at her, my decision made. "I'm taking this home. Please, let's f

"Exactly. There are so many places I wasn't given access to in that place. He was definitely hiding a lot." "Mm." Madam Su nodded thoughtfully. "Can you tell me what that place looks like?" "Adolph said it's a magical treasure that works as a pocket dimension. There is just one duplex Maison on a one-hectare grassland…" As he described the space, Madam Su's eyes got wide with shock and anger. "The sky is almost blue and when you enter the house, it's like entering a new place with several caves, dungeons, and courtyards."

“I got her buddy. Do you want to come up here and sleep with us tonight?” Chester just wagged his tail in happiness. Thomas scooped him up and watched as he made himself comfortable right by Megan. He was asleep before he knew it. He seemed to be lost in a dream this time. Later that night Sage and Jared had ended up back at the small two bedroom house in a puff of smoke. The house was one of many that her Dad had to bring back to life with his own two hands. Sage remembered the many hours painting and rebuilding after her mother had passed. Sage ran her fingers across the wood paneled wall in the living room. David had found the wood laying on the beach after a rain storm. David had bragged

A beautiful, Victorian style mansion, wooden beams and a giant garden. My dream house! It's as though everything is coming together! My life is almost complete. Just 5 more weeks!

A beautiful, Victorian style mansion, wooden beams and a giant garden. My dream house! It's as though everything is coming together! My life is almost complete. Just 5 more weeks!

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”