Dream Sad Novels & Stories

The birthday that should have been filled with joy and anticipation now loomed before me, a symbol of my shattered dreams and broken promises. In the depths of my sorrow, I yearned for redemption, for a chance to set things right. But as I lay there, tears staining my cheeks, I couldn't help but feel the weight of my mistakes pressing down upon me, leaving me feeling utterly defeated and so, so sad. **** I decided to go to Sebastian's room and know how he was doing but what I saw made me freeze.

I decide to sit down on his bed, next to him, "But what I have to say is really bad and I don't want you to hurt me. By the way, Aiden is in his room right now, he’ll hear me screaming and come to rescue me if it comes to that.” Damon rolls his eyes hard as hell but says nothing else, he doesn't even give me an evil smile. More proof he's depressed. "Take your time, sweetheart," he lets out a few seconds later, eyes never leaving me, “It’s not like I have a lot of stuff to do or places to go.”

Akira had not finished his words, so Lee Umji only listened intently. "My body that woke up from a coma after one year was inhabited by Kim Hana. That is why she wrote a Daydream script about her life story. Then my body came back into a coma and after waking up for the second time, Kim Hana's soul forgot about herself and her own life," Lee Umji said, explaining position where at that time her soul was not in her body.

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

There was a sigh of disappointment on her beautiful face. She is not a dump ass, she understood his sentence very well. Well enough to yell at them. "Is there anything else?" he asked her. Grace traced her steps out with a sad expression. She never meant to betray her friend. She needed Jonas's help to remain in the modeling industry if not her mother would be disappointed in her. She didn't want to be the useless daughter her mother always perceived she was. Emma stared at him with anger, he dare to buy her friend to get to her. She recalls him, the asshole that almost caused her job, she also knew him as Maxwell's friend.

V. The sweet achy but sensational feeling felt all too real. This just can't be a dream... It can't be one of her silly dreams, she rolls closer to him and stared up at him saying "Is this one of my silly girl crush dreams, you aren't here aren't you"She whispers trying to hold back the tears slipping from her eyes. "I don't know why we're this close like this but so apart in real life"She whispers saying as she holds back her sobs.

“I don’t even hope you die these days, I hope you live until eighty-five these days. Regretting that you ever lied these days, I hope it’s eating you alive these days. I hope you're up late in the bathroom, just wishing I’ma change my mind and come back soon. I hope that when you’re thirty-five you still wish that you tried to, because I know that I do” I can’t believe how the words of a song coming out of her mouth destroy me. “Well, damn”, her friend Char says. “Have you ever seen Amory angry”? “I’ve seen her in loads of compromising situations, but never angry. No”, he says. “That’s a scary fucking look on her, and I pity the person on the receiving end of that”! They both look back at me

To be honest, I’m still a bit skeptical about the whole thing. I reach out my trembling hands hesitantly touching her shoulder. "Sandy, I'm so sorry. I was terrified. That dream felt real. I was dying, watching myself succumb to darkness... it felt so real." My voice cracks as my raw emotions spill out. "I know I overreacted, but can't you understand? The thought of seeing myself dying by your hands is suffocating me." Sandy's silence stretches. I know she’s hurt and all but I need to be understood too. It’s not everyday you see your sister stabbing you to death in your dream.

She said, like she was only mentioning it casually, "Wendy had a miscarriage. She keeps saying that she misses you and she regrets what she did. As her mother, my heart aches for her." I cut her off sharply. "Didn't you kick Wendy out? How do you know that? Besides, her illegitimate child has nothing to do with me." Mary's face stiffened, and she fell silent. Adam cleared his throat and smiled at me ingratiatingly. "Leslie, the Sanders family is on the verge of collapse. I hope you can acquire the Sanders Group. As long as you give me some shares, I'll sell it to you at the lowest price!"

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every