Dream Merchant Book Novels & Stories

And the revenge fantasy that had kept me sane was the idea of turning intimacy into transaction, of proving to myself that I could separate sex from emotion, that I could use my body as a tool rather than allowing it to be a vulnerability. That's where David Chen came in. He opened the penthouse door at exactly seven PM, and my first impression was that the pictures hadn't done him justice. He was tall—probably six foot two—with dark hair just beginning to gray at the temples. He had sharp features and intelligent eyes, and he was wearing casual clothes that suggested he wasn't trying particularly hard but still managed to look effortlessly put-together. "Alexandra," he said, extending his h

Black Merchant smiles then pat Zhu Wushang's head before returning to a former topic. “By the way, Where did you get that thing?” The Black merchant asks while pointing at a black page of Supreme Cosmic Scripture. Zhu Wushang then tells him about his dream in a dark and boundless space of ultimate chaos and how he got this page from that dream. The Black merchant cold sweat is sweating out profusely. He felt relief not to tell who he really was even if it was just a very small chance for the calamity to happen. He doesn’t want to risk it. It’s better for him to enjoy life and discover then comprehend it himself. That’s the way to guarantee that the great calamity would not happen.

Destiny shivered, but before the stinking merchant could reach his chubby dirty hands across the desk, Calder raised one hand and the relatively gray skinned creature shot across the hut until he smashed into the wall and as the older spectrul flicked his wrist the now screaming salesman’s body slammed into the roof of his establishment and Calder snapped his wrist one more time, making a strange motion with his fingers before the still sobbing merchant fell to the floor and then tumbled back across the floor until he lay at Destiny’s feet. Calder calmly placed the books and boxes he held on the floor and floated over the top of the sniveling shop owner, “our young miss is the charge of the

So how could Damion? All the denials I had before dissolved into nothing. Everything that Damion had said the day we met about me being the key, the strange dreams that I'd been having about the white wolf and bloody battlefield, Ellwood's visions about this witch charmer. They all fell into place. Suddenly, the door opened and Damion walked inside the cold, torchlit room. His eyes landed on mine and I gave him the most dangerous glare I could muster. His arrogant sneer grew as he drew closer to me, kicking the door shut behind him.

Dream Mate Fans, I rarely do this. But for the moment, I will be taking a short break from updating the book Dream Mate. As you may already know, I have been balancing writing three stories simultaneously. I am nearing the end of my book, The Hunted Hunter, which has taken over my brain. I cannot vibe with my other stories to write new chapters and can't force myself to write as it's honestly not my style. So until either I complete The Hunted Hunter or my brain can once again switch gears to other books, this story will be on hold. Thanks for understanding! Tiberius and Katrina will return soon, and we will find out how they get to their inevitable HEA together. Author Bryant

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"Who are you? Are you another Architect?" "I am the 'Trash-Collector' of the Multiverse," the Merchant said, offering a slight, ironic bow. "I deal in the things the Architects 'Recycle' and the Users 'Mod out'. I deal in the 'Shards' of the stories that were too 'Broken' to be profitable." He opened his briefcase.

Primal realm of nightmares where every dream, wish, and wish becomes a curse. Every person who passed by him, who wanted revenge, was caught by the desire, creating a world of nightmares, leaving, leaving the decadent kingdom, covered with nightmares that involved the desire for revenge, the elf was free, to roam the dimensions of Nightmares. So, this sorcerer who wandered the dimensions with a contract for life that included the total destruction of life and turning dreams into nightmares, passed through several worlds of chaos. He found the sorceress who fought him, but in their battle, due to him making millions in a lifelong deal that required the heart of unrequited love, he would not b

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

More than ten years of savings could touch. “Jesus Christ, Derek.” “I know. I know. But – ” He swallows hard, finally looking at me. “They gave me an option. To clear it. All of it. The whole debt, gone.” “What option?” He can’t say it. Opens his mouth, closes it, looks at the floor like a child who broke something expensive. "What option, Derek?” “You.” The word hangs in the air between us. “They want you. One night. All four of them. Every – ” He chokes. “Every hole. No limits. They run a train on you and the debt disappears.”