Dream X George Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

Anna scorned and took a drink of her water. “I was once in an abusive relationship. Well, my ex girlfriend then was very domineering, making me more or less of a sub. She couldn't fuck me because of my tiny di—prick. So she got off by torturing me. She'd lay me across her laps and spank me hard, she'd tape my prick and balls too sometimes, with a duct tape, making it numb, she inserted anal balls into my asshole and almost tried to put a needle through my pee hole. That was the breaking point for me. That was how it ended. When I decided I couldn't take anymore. But, thinking about the whole experience after our breakup, I realized I endured it longer than I should have because it secretly t

The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the twins. George turned to her then, eyes sharp and searching. “What’s going on, Thalia?” he asked, his voice low and controlled. She shook her head. “I…I had a dream.” she trembled as her lips parted. George’s brows knit together. “A dream?” “Yes,” she whispered. “A dream that Franklin found out, the twins were his.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Shame and terror swirled in her chest. George stepped closer, his hands cupping her arms. His grip wasn’t harsh—just steady enough to calm her. His gaze bore into hers, as though he was trying to pull the rest of the truth from her trembling lips.

My heart raced, and I slipped my hand into my bag, my fingers closing around a small knife I carried for safety. As the figure drew closer, I whirled and pressed the blade to his throat. "It's me, Serena," he said. I paused, looking up to see Damian's face. Dark circles carved beneath his eyes, exhaustion etched into every line. His voice was soft, almost broken. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" "Sneaking at night is terrifying," I said, putting the knife away. "Here for me?" "Yes," he admitted. "I got the ring. You saved me back then, didn't you?"

I opened my mouth in horror, as the realisation dawned on me that it was Geoffrey's. I hadn't had anything physical with Eyare in the last one month. Oh my God! I clamped a hand over my mouth. My heart raced with palpable fear. What was I going to do? Yes, I knew Geoffrey had proposed but he hadn't done anything concrete about it and anytime I brought it up, he'd just wave it away. I didn't want to continue living a lie with Eyare. I felt sorry that I was cheating on him but I just couldn't help it. Geoffrey was my dream man.

Unfortunately, George's foot stepped on the toy Annabelle had thrown down the stairs and he lost his balance and tumbled down from the third floor to stop on the first floor covered in blood. “George!” Diana screamed as loud as she could but her voice didn't come out. ***** “Diana? Wake up.” Diana finally opened her eyes. Her lungs feel like they are filled with water and her chest hurts. She was dreaming about the accident that happened to George last time. The nightmare came back to haunt her. And it always frightened her. She scooped her face roughly. “Did you have a nightmare?” Alpha Darren asked gently. He had just returned to Diana's room again after getting ready. He had overslept all

It seemed nonsensical, just as the dream itself had been unclear. George trudged on through the night, unsure of his path but certain of one thing: Lebotha would not be happy that he remained missing for so long. Returning with some juicy bit of information might earn her forgiveness, but first he had to determine if any of this was actually real or just a dream born from stress and exhaustion. George walked through the forest at night, hoping to find a road that would lead him home safely. All he could think about were the strange events- the prophecy of the moon marked girl, Esme sending him out and filling his head with these crazy ideas.

“Teenage girls aren’t the only ones who get lost in dreams and wake up wondering if they were real or not. I did that plenty of times after Paris.” “You dreamed of me?” My lips twitched. “Dreamed of you, saw you in places you weren’t, thought I was hearing your voice shout my name across the street.” His blue eyes pierced mine. “What? You never did that?” “Never.” “Liar.” “I didn’t!” He walked to me, his lips twisted in a smirk. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to believe me.” I walked backward, holding my arms up. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, one I recognised, one that sent promises of forever flooding through my body like they were whispered yesterday. “George.”