Dream Unmask Novels & Stories

place," I grinned to myself. "Who made me forget my worries. My dream came back alive. The nightmare became things in the past, because he made me happy, but I was still scared to tell him my past 'cause I don't want to lose him not until he inspired me never to keep anything from him," fresh tears formed in my eyelids. " I later told him what I passed through since we became very much closer. To my surprise, Arnold proposed to me that day to made me realize he really don't care about that, he only want me, just for me to be with him forever. He proposed to me to see how serious he was about the relationship. That was a dream come true. I called mum immediately to tell her the news. She was

I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one yet! With love, Josie ✨

Slave at Night Dream Bar. To heighten the mystery, Night Dream Bar's publicists wore a variety of sexy masks. But most of the masks were exaggerated, very different from the mysterious and ethereal masks of Mr. Slave, so they were fairly recognizable. After looking around, there was no Mr. Slave to be found. Jenna's cold was already getting worse, with a runny nose, sneezing, weakness, and dizziness, and it was even more dreary and uncomfortable in this airless establishment.

“How dare you even think of hitting my wife?” Damien’s eyes widened as he realized where he was. “I…” he glanced at the crowd. “This is not the truth. I—” “This is the entire truth. This is his real face.” I spat, stepping forward. “He wears a pretty suit, has a soft tongue, and is so attention and perfect.” My heart twisted in my chest as I recalled how he fooled and used me. “Damien is every woman’s dream, until his mask falls off,” My breath hitched. “And then you see someone else, something devastatingly dark.”

Christiana's POV; I get home feeling all charged up and excited. This is a miracle I never thought would happen. Who could have even imagined? I needed 3 million dollars and I wound up with 5! Is this a dream? I called my bank to find out who sent me the Money, and they said it's from an untrackable account. Whoever sent me this money, does not want to be identified. Same as the person who got back my father's petting zoo.

"That's because I didn't tell you, duh." "What's your name then?" She didn't answer me. She just turned and ran away. Just like the masked woman had done. But at least she has taken my number. ༺❀༻ Something strange happened that night. For the first time in four months, I didn't dream about the masked woman. I had a dreamless sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I'd received a text from an unknown number that read; HEY, THIS IS EVA. CAN WE MEET?

"Don't tell me you're regretting this now. Don't forget—it was my idea to use Arden's mother as bait to test her identity! Without me, how could you have confirmed she was Arden? How would you have even found her?" From her words, I pieced together the truth. Wayne had struck a deal with Naomi to expose me. Her two children had been diagnosed with a rare condition and needed a bone marrow transplant. No one in the Sharpe or Kinsey families had matched, so Naomi had pinned her last hope on me—and this entire scheme was born. "Wayne, have you forgotten how much you once loved me?" Naomi cried. "All I'm asking is that she do a match to save our children!"

Date = 9 November Waking up in a bed. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) His bed in his house. Now that’s a first. POV - Melaena I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion. Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM. I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion. Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.

Only in this endless darkness could he tear off his disguise and let himself feel the painful wound in his heart. Darren curled up in bed, holding Areiza’s pillow as tightly as he could, sniffing the last bits of her scent left on it. Then he buried his face on the pillow. The sense of suffocation slowly made him feel dizzy and a little drowsy. During the second half of the night, Darren had a dream. He dreamed of the woman whom he had longed for a day and night. She was lying in another man’s arms, speaking to him with a bright smile on her face. “Honey, hug me!”

But before I could close the journal, one more entry caught my eye. I HAD THE MOST DISTURBING DREAM LAST NIGHT. I SAW ELENA'S DAUGHTER GROWN UP, POWERFUL BEYOND IMAGINATION BUT COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF WHO SHE REALLY WAS. IN THE DREAM, SHE WAS SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO WERE LYING TO HER, PEOPLE WHO KNEW HER TRUE IDENTITY BUT WERE KEEPING IT SECRET. THE WORST PART WAS THAT IN THE DREAM, ONE OF THE PEOPLE LYING TO HER WAS SOMEONE SHE TRUSTED COMPLETELY. SOMEONE SHE WAS FALLING IN LOVE WITH.