Dream House Novels & Stories

I swear my mother and moon goddess, Selene, was just making shit up to jack with me in my sleep, but something told me deep down inside, that everything she had told me was true, and that terrified me. Before long, I was drifting to sleep without realizing my trail of thoughts continued into my sleep. I was back at that pack house from my dream before. It was beautiful! I was outside the pack house this time. It looked so spacious and breathtaking! The pack house looked out over a gorgeous expanse of beach and ocean views. There were pups and mated couples walking the beach, playing, making sand castles and having a good time, while others were up closer to the pack house working in what app

He would strive to educate them according to the principles of their faith. The villa, adorned with wooden ornaments and brown paint, was not particularly large. It had been Dave's hideout during his escape. A simple villa consisting of two bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a multifunctional room that served as a dining room, living room, and guest room. However, the villa offered a perfect view from its hilltop location. The balcony faced the open sea, and there was a warm-water pool beside it.

D'Andre had returned to this mansion, a place that should have been filled with the sounds of a family, but he was alone, and the silence was deafening. As he lay in his spacious bedroom, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, he couldn't help but feel the weight of solitude pressing down on him. The truth was, behind the confident facade he showed to his friends, D'Andre was a man haunted by dreams—dreams of Maiari and their baby. Every time he closed his eyes, hoping to find solace in sleep, those dreams would come rushing back to him, vivid and heartbreakingly real. And every time he awoke, he awoke alone, tears staining his cheeks.

As I delved deeper into the dream's details, I found myself transported to an alternate reality. In this enchanting realm, our house was a marvel of wood and brick, nestled amidst the beauty of nature. The surroundings were adorned with an abundance of flowers and trees, gifts from Mother Nature herself. It was an idyllic and dependable haven for Brian and me, where children played joyfully in every nook, painting the scene with the colours of a blissful family we had forged.

“And you have only seen the living room.” “Show me around.” She said, excitement seizing her. She had a house in Yin! In her dream location too. How much more thoughtful could one person be? He listened to her talk about how much she loved the quiet of this part of the country, and decided to get her a house that was definitely worth hundreds of millions of dollars. In total, the house had twelve bedrooms, excluding the laundry, gym, movie theater room, and all the other utility rooms that came with a modern house.

' she thought quizically. She followed the road a while, and a few drops of water fell on her face. A building came into view, but not just any building. It was her old house; the one she shared with her ex-wife, son, and girlfriend. Liz furrowed her brow. She hadn't been there in almost two years and never in her dreams. As she approached the door, the rain fell harder, and the sky darkened. Liz reached her hand to the door handle, and just as she touched the cool metal, lightning arched across the sky. A loud rumbling shook the round. She looked around in shock at the odd westher encroaching on her dream and opened the door. The inside was pitch black. A faint light flicked to life deep in

I'm in an alternate universe and it's every fantasy I never knew I had. What CEO of a billion-dollar company dreams of enjoying a farm in the middle of nowhere? Who imagines waking in a small bedroom, complete with a canopy bed and sunshine streaming through pink curtains, as birds sing? What owner of a 7,000-square-foot penthouse with a to-die-for view of the Empire State Building enjoys the hominess of a hundred-year-old, 3,000-square-foot farmhouse with a wraparound porch, creaky floors, and a view of cornfields?

Don’t get me wrong, I replied as I starting 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 starring at the vast sea but let me tell you if my dream house. I want a house just by the sea like this , a white pouch, a house with different desires of food utensils, two rooms facing the other, a little garden at the back, a library’s fjr my books and maybe an office for you and lastly three more special rooms, a gym and a minin made.

“About what happens after college. After we’ve… built things and written things.” Earnest’s smile softened. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “Tell me.” “Well,” I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. “It’s a little… far-fetched, maybe. But I’ve been daydreaming about a small house. Somewhere quiet, with a big garden. And maybe a little study for me, filled with books, and a workshop for you, where you can tinker with your inventions.” I felt a blush deepen as I continued. “And maybe, just maybe, a little dog. A scruffy terrier, or something like that.”

Nana Hellen then proceeded to waddle of her hand in her purse looking for her glasses. Aurora had definitely left for towels saying she needed new ones. I wondered around. Not really doing anything just gazing at everything. I had a clear image in my subconscious of how I'd like my dream home to be. Cozy and with a lot of woods and I do mean a lot. The wooden desks,chairs and beds with their intricate designs were like katnipfor me. The pack wasn't my dream house, it was too large, to grand, I couldn't decorate it enough to love it, but I'd like it, after all Killian had Assured me my dream home.