Dream House Novels & Stories

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

I STARED OVER THE wall, not really sure why I was even thinking of leaving. After finding me to be useless because I couldn't find him the one thing he wanted, the Nightmare Master sealed me in here. What does he want? Well, he wanted a kid to replace her. I'm not really sure who he meant by her, but he wanted a kid that had an imagination as big as whoever the person he was missing. None of the kids ever seem to be enough for him, so he shut down this place and sealed me inside it.

"What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," Cassian said. "I had a dream." "Tell me." He did not usually share dreams. This one he shared. "There was a house," he said. "Not our house. Larger. With a garden that was — very specific. Shadow flowers alongside other things. Like the palace garden but ours. More ours." He paused. "And there were children." Aiden was quiet.

It was exactly like the house I had dreamt. Chris: Do you like it? He whispered in my ear and hugged me from behind. Cassie: It's beautiful. I wish it would be my house. It's my dream house. I replied in a dreamy tone. Chris: It is your house, well our house. He said and pecked my cheek. I was shocked. I turned to look at him and he was smiling. Cassie: Is it a joke? I asked and he shook his head.

Since I don’t have any ideas on how to explain my work, I said what’s in my mind instead. “As I can see in your work, you didn’t have any interior design. It is just as a simple drawing who doesn’t have any details…” Sir replied while analyzing my drawing. I swallowed deeply for his meticulous observation. “I’m not finished yet, sir…” I tried to defend my answer but I can’t do anything else. He found a hole that I couldn’t getaway. “So, what’s the connection of dreams to your house?” he asked arrogantly. “Sir that is my dream house that’s why I named it The House of Dreams.”

I was too surprised to pay attention to what he said. “ I said, the rooms upstairs are empty.” He repeated. Of course, the rooms are empty, if anyone was here it wouldn't be this dirty. Suddenly, an idea hit me.... “ Can you take me to the bedroom where you guys found me?” Perhaps I'll find a clue. I couldn't have come here empty-handed. The bedroom was just as dusty as the rest of the house. A dresser and a queen-sized bed was the only thing inside here. “ Balmoh found you and the rest of us wanted to see you out of curiosity. You woke not sooner after asking where you were”

A vague memory flickered in her mind, something from her childhood where she had describe her dream house to someone. It looks nothing like her own family house, nothing. She looks around to explore the place. They have a large garden to relax, an art studio and also a glass conservatory. She entered the art studio, she has always enjoyed art since she was little with her mother. The art studio is very spacious, on the left side. There is two gold sofa meant for relaxing with a crystals chandelier overhead.

He didn't spare any single details,like I am the one going to stay in the house. The place I loved more was the gym room ,and I know you are surprised,the house had one too so believe me when I said it has everything. It had two rooms,a big sitting room,a kitchen ,one bathroom and toilet ,a library and a gym room. Mich was living big. "Do you like the place"he asked. "Did you just say like,I love the place.... I wish it was mine"I said to him "Then your wishes,just became true"he said .

Charleston expected that from him. "Freshening up?" Mr Donne Spielberg asked with narrowed brows. "I over slept," he said in irritation, taking a bite from a waffle. "I guess the dream took over." Mrs Spielberg groaned. "My son finally had a dream. What's the dream you had all about?” she asked, biting on her cottage bread. Charles groaned irritably as his father and Mr Hensworth fixed their eyes on him attentively. “Do we have to do this now, Mom?” He asked in irritation.

We continue the rest of the tour until we come to the stairs. “Upstairs, is Nelli’s part of the house. She has her own library, a playroom, a gaming room, an indoor pool and anything else she needs up here. You will notice that she doesn’t ever come downstairs. It’s just best that way. Now let’s go meet her. I do ask one thing. Don’t ever directly look into her eyes. It tends to upset her. She also might be quite sleepy because it is getting close to her bedtime.”