Dream Of The Endless Novels & Stories

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

Layla heeded the words of the unknown voice and began searching for a way to exit the cave, she didn’t care if she was consumed by the mist; nothing felt more dangerous than this. * Gasp * Layla woke up gasping for air from what seemed to be a nightmare. A cold sweat and drenched her entire back and dripped from her forehead. Besides her was her sketchbook sprawled open filled with what seemed to be scribbles, but on closer inspection, it was the same symbol she saw in the cave! Her heart sunk to her stomach as she held her breath. ‘How did my sketchbook get here? Did I draw these?’, those were the only two questions that filled her mind. Layla could feel rustling next to her, she flinched,

"Is that why you got Lucas Grant to attack my company? Do you really hate me so much?" "It's because you did the same thing to me." "When have I ever done that?" Henry could not understand her words. Since waking up from her coma, Whitney had thought whatever happened was just a dream, but everything in reality happened just like her dream. First, she witnessed Henry and Lexie cheating on her in bed. After that, Lexie gave birth to a son, and they named him Patrick. Everything happened just like in her dream, and Whitney had to believe that her dream was reality. Everything she had experienced in the parallel universe could happen in the real world, which was why she decided to divorce Henry

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

I had the feeling that someone was watching me, there was a strange smell in the air, lavender is a relaxing scent; I tried to clear my mind and finally I fell into a deep sleep. But far from reality, ever since I found out that Maximo is my mate, I have been having these strange dreams. Still, they keep repeating themselves repeatedly, in my mind, about a couple, he is very handsome, tall with long dark hair, his eyes are a gray color that captivates you just by looking at him. And her? Her hair is white, almost silver-like mine and curly, but her face, I haven't been able to see it. Still, I feel a strange sensation when I see it, as if I see myself in her, I don't know how to explain it.

Hearing the thunderous sounds, she opened her eyes, looked around, the clouds were still rumbling as if God has opened the gates of the dam. She shivered feeling cold and snuggled up with him holding him tight. Hardeep was still sleeping with a smile on his face. Putting up her plan into action she slid off her robe wearing just purple lingerie. Opening her kit which she kept near the bed, she took out oil and spread on her body, then sliding away the quilt, making him open his eyes, she started working on his toes first giving fleeting kisses, then moving upwards like a fish, she kept her eyes on his face. She was looking like a voluptuous making him touch her but ...but there she said, mov

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

But when the host finally took the stage, he announced, "Please welcome the creator of Eternal Dawn, Hannah Lowe!" I froze, half-standing, fingers clutching my dress. The entire scene was a cruel joke. As curious eyes darted in my direction, I slumped back into my seat, my grip trembling. Up on stage, Hannah clicked the mouse, displaying my work on the high-resolution giant screen. The host then asked her about the inspiration behind the name Eternal Dawn. She scanned the crowd and gave me a sweet, mocking smile. "As you all know, this design is my aunt's only surviving sketch from her lifetime," she explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia.