Dream Sans New Design Novels & Stories

“Take a deep breath. She will come back home safe.” I hummed in response, thinking. Derek cleared his throat loudly to get my attention. “What is it?” I grumbled. “I was thinking you could help me with a new design for the second site of doughlab. I want it as artistic and mind blowing as possible.” “At what cost?” He held up a sheepish grin. “At no, cost.” “You have lost your mind if you think I would do that.” “That is so unfair of you, Calvin. I am a dedicated worker of yours. You should help me out when I ask.”

“The Blackmoor Wolves need a new vision. After three years dominating the design markets at Majestic Ego, I’ve learned how to weaponize aesthetics. I’m launching my own brand. I’m going to dress the next generation of hockey mercenaries, and I’m going to do it under my own flag.” Admiration, thick and heavy, filled Damien’s gaze. He knew the weight of my ambition. “It’s a lethal play,” he admitted, a rogue smile tugging at his lips. “The pack will howl for a piece of it. If you need muscle or gold, just bark. I might even buy a seat on your board just to watch you tear into the competition.” I felt the prickle of moisture in my eyes and blinked it away. “Thank you, Damien. Without you shield

Goodnight. I put off the phone and stared at my window. The moon wasn't out but the stars were. I picked up my sketchbook and was suprised when nothing... nothing flashed into my head. Ok,this is weird. I thought. Normally, every time I picked it up,random stuff flashed through my head. Call it gift but, trust me, it created lots of headache. The face I had sketched was there,staring at me with a smile on her face. The dream I had in my dad's room wasn't making any sense. If there was a dangerous man on the loose, why hasn't there been anything on the news?

Though it gained a generous amount of mass, the new Fantasia also appeared like a predator, capable of striking down any interlopers from afar. He enjoyed putting this variant together. He had been able to flex his improved creativity and newly acquired sub-skills to do a much better job of integrating the parts than if he was still a fresh graduate. "This is hardly a Fantasia anymore, so let's call you a Fantasia 2R Seraphim." Before Ves submitted the design for approval, he painted over the entire frame in Cloudy Curtain's national colors. It made the Fantasia appear as if it was born in the skies.

I wanted him to see me work. I was working on a new design. A real one. A dress inspired by the messy, colorful painting from the gallery. It was full of life and hope. My pencil was flying across the paper. I felt free. I heard his footsteps stop in the hallway. I didn't look up. I kept sketching, but my whole body was aware of him. The air in the room changed. It felt warm, electric. “That’s new,” he said. His voice was low and soft, not the CEO’s voice. It was Damien’s voice.

Damian opened his scratch book. "Whoa!" his friends widened their eyes when they saw the outfits he designed for them. "You said our first concept will be about love, so I decided on something simple and gorgeous at the same time. I chose baby blue, white, and light green because I think they can give people positive thoughts. I heard that even colors play a big role in changing a person's mood, so I hope that seeing us performing together with these outfits will ease their minds."

srinithi smiled don started drawing changes in design srinithi slept on him where liam and dhiren sleeping on eachother he whispered "finally a naive lamb became our friend isn't it too foolish" but she is asleep to hear those words unknowingly for the first time he also felt asleep without sleeping pills and slept peacefully by leaning on table

Rumors exploded overnight. By morning, Crestwood University had turned the previous night’s party into entertainment. Screenshots of the moment Noah had stood up in the Truth-or-Dare circle were already everywhere. Someone had slowed the video down so Noah’s voice—low, amused, and sharp—played over dramatic music: Care to explain, Ace? The clip looped endlessly in group chats. Ethan Vale closed his phone and dropped it onto his desk like it had burned him. Outside his dorm window, students moved between classes as usual—sunlight on brick walkways, bicycles passing, people laughing. But somehow, everything felt different.

“MaskedThreesome. Anonymous. Forbidden. That’s the brand.” Tyler grins. “I like it.” “One rule,” I add. “Masks stay on. Always. No identifying features. We build a brand around mystery and taboo.” “Works for me,” Jake says. “Me too,” Tyler agrees. I extend my hand. “Partners?” They each shake it. By the end of the month, we have a new channel, a subscription model, and more fans than I ever had alone. Mom still thinks I work in customer service.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."