Dream Sans New Design Novels & Stories

“The client wants a change of designs, but these new concepts are wild. He exclaimed. Let's use the library yeah? He said now standing a few feets away from me. I walked behind him as we headed for the library. “The vogue designs looked complicated, but this?? It is epic. It's a fucked up legendary piece” Damian continued as he made to seat across the cushion. “Ooo wow, can I see” I asked wanting to see the piece he referred to as legendary I turned towards him and scoffed, I had forgotten all dolled up to play the secretaries duty on a cozy evening. I drew the sketch closer to myself and wondered how legendary this was. It looked like one of my designs I had tucked into the bin as it didn't

“I compared the release times. After your first brand disappeared, I noticed a new one — Essen. It reflected your style too perfectly — in the textures, the colors, the simplicity. And then the name… two S’s.” He looked at me again, his gaze sharp and unflinching. “I thought maybe it stood for Sadie Summer. And I was right.” My heart thudded in my chest. “So you checked every designer Gloria worked with?” He smirked faintly, shaking his head. “Not all of them. Only the ones my instincts told me were you.” There was something about the way he said it — calm, composed, yet there was that dangerous undercurrent in his voice, the kind that made me shiver. Damon didn’t need to raise his voice to

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

“Please, have a seat.” I smiled politely. “Thank you. I believe we’re here to review the progress of the DreamSpace project.” They nodded, and I began. I spread the plans across the table — the floor layouts, 3D renderings, and mood boards my team had worked tirelessly on. “This is the updated color scheme,” I said, pointing at the display. “We’ve kept the neutral palette you requested, but added depth with bronze accents. The lobby layout has been redesigned to improve natural lighting, and—”

If Damian had not seen his rewards, it was fine. “You’re in charge of documenting the game guide for this floor since you had the spare time to peek at my progress,” Zen concluded. “Send the files to me when they are complete, as well as a step-by-step design process with a material list for the Fairy o’ Meter Version 3.2.” Stunned by Zen’s casual dismissal of the violation, Damian wondered if he had underestimated this brown marshmallow. The additional work he was assigned seemed merciful. However, if there was one thing Damian hated more than the Round Table, it was paperwork.

Damian croons. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me back the way he came. As we move through the dreamland, the horrible forest of my nightmare slowly transforms. Gone is the blood and horror, the unwelcoming darkness that tormented me so terribly. It’s gradually replaced by the glittering woodland of our dream dates, and I feel myself changing too. No longer an injured, frightened little girl, but the woman I am today. I don’t know how long it takes, but Damian carries me all the way to our dream bed and climbs on, pulling me into his lap, “There now. I’ve got you, baby. It’s Over.

Brianna paused briefly before letting out a tired sigh. “To be honest, I’m still fixing all the damage left behind by the Cosmo products,” she admitted. “Even though the company has already been shut down, it still isn’t enough to cover the losses caused by Fleur’s actions,” I remained silent, listening carefully as she continued speaking. “There’s nothing more I can do to restore Cosmo,” she said with a bitter smile. “The company’s reputation has already been destroyed,” her gaze lowered slightly toward the food on her plate.

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I was trained to wear almost naked dresses before coming in here in the metro which makes my old self cringe but now, I appreciate how the silk perfectly hugged my body. I'm not that comfortable wearing heels though, that's why I chose a 3 inch one instead of the 6 inch. My hair was dyed red a week after Jana's flight to perfectly match Feinah's. I told Jana that I wanted to change my appearance a bit to lighten my skin tone and my best friend took the bait. "You look regal in red hair!" "Thanks, Jana, I wanna manifest this year for Mom's recovery and a glow up." I added as a reason to my friend.

Daniel hissed. “Aerian is my friend, and I am loyal to her because of that and because she is my Luna. I have no loyalty to those assholes. My sperm donor hurt my mother, and I will never forgive him for that. Sorry if I offended you saying that about your son.” Daniel added.