Dream Unmask Novels & Stories

Her smell brings the memories they shared together as a family intensifying the pain his heart feels. " I hate nights the most." Damien murmured and removed the mask covering his face. He laid down on the bed but did not dare close his eyes afraid of the nightmares that accompany his sleep. Damien was adamant on staying awake the whole night but sleep and exhaustion hit him really bad and he involuntarily closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

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.

He shows me to the last room on the left of the second hallway; "Here you are, so the rules are: curfew is 10 p.m. nightly unless you find a night shift job, no drinking or drugs, no companions; you need to search for a job within two days, we have staff on hand to help with resumes, finding interviews and job clothes once you have enough money saved, someone will help you find a place to live." Nodding at him while slightly murmuring; "T-than y-you A-a-adam." "You're welcome Liam," he returns before leaving me alone. Flopping onto the bed face first, my mind wanders to Riley, Julia, Parker and Axel. Riley's P.O.V. Liam has been missing for six months now and all of us have been completely w

The smile on their face showed how happy they were. Before they reached the wedding altar, the groom heard a loud sound that made him conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He reached out his phone and then turned off the alarm. After that, he remembered his wedding dream with a beautiful girl that he never met before. Daniel woke up that morning with a question on his mind, "Who is the girl in my dream?" He wondered.

"He was behind the bar practically grilling me and Thomas about who you were. We both told him you wore a mask for a reason but he could ask the next time you were here. You didn't talk to us much and since he just bought the club he wasn't comfortable enough to start digging for a fantasy. He wasn't happy, but accepted it. Since you were always a cash employee there isn't much on file for you. Just your stage name and your basic information which is so old most of it isn't correct anymore." Starlight walks up next to us, her partner for the routine behind her. "We're up next. I hope we do good, we didn't have much time to practice and stripping isn't her thing." She nudges her head towards

“Alright, what is this extremely vital thing you need to tell us? — Forma Roman, curious, as he puts an arm around the shoulders of his better half. I gasp for air and hold it in my lungs until the words begin to eAngelger from my mouth, recounting the pecuAmyr dream I had earlier today that I haven't had a chance to escape from my head, which is why I barely focused on any of my classes. “Did you see a merry turn?” Lara asks me when I get to that part, butting in and checking me out with a stitched brow and an anarchy brow. “Besides, individuals vanish in waves of green smoke,” I wake up, deciding to get to the point one last time and spare myself the irrelevant niceties. "Do you ever have

The life where my biggest worry was a failing relationship with Viktor, not murder and betrayal and impossible pregnancies. I take a breath, steeling myself for potential disappointment, and muster the courage to ask the question that brought me here: "Do you still do the masked nights?" Jack's grin widens, and for the first time in weeks, something like hope unfurls in my chest. "You're in luck, lady. Tonight's the night." The familiar ritual feels like muscle memory— taking the silk robe from Jack's practiced hands, accepting the plush towel and the elegant mask that will transform me from Tamara Katona Yevgeniy, tragic daughter and broken woman, into simply someone seeking connection in t

She would confront the challenges that awaited, unravel the enigmatic threads that connected them all, and, with hope in her heart, strive to restore the bonds of friendship and love that had once defined their intertwined destinies. Zelda sought out Dawn, eager to share the perplexing details of her recent dream. She recounted the bizarre imagery that had unfolded within her subconscious—the sight of herself standing on an ancient altar, encircled by wolves donning enigmatic masks, while Miguel, with an outstretched hand, offered her a beverage she instinctively declined. As Zelda painted a vivid picture of the dream, Dawn listened intently, her brows furrowing in concern. She recognized th

He… “Just enjoy the game and behave like a good Omega, okay? If you do that, I promise to be gentle with you! Now, let's fill you in... Shall we," the figure with the mask said as he came closer, and opened her legs. . . . “HAH!” Brianna gasped away as soon as she woke up from that nightmare. She was sweating a lot, and her eyes were wide as she looked around, observing her surroundings, realizing that she was still in her bedroom and that everything was just a dream.