Dreamcatcher Dejavu Novels & Stories

… Soon, the dorm room's group chat began buzzing. I clicked in to read the messages. There was a photo of Theo leaning against my sports car, which Miranda scratched up. He was dressed in a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked incredibly handsome yet languid. Miranda was beside herself with excitement. "Do you think he's my hot boyfriend? He didn't even demand compensation after I scratched up his car. It has to be him! Who knew my Prince Charming was so close all along? He's so sweet that he must be reluctant to make me pay compensation. He wants to help me save up. What should I do? Gosh, my heart is racing."

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

"He is a Millenium Dreams band member." My mouth split open as I realized what had happened. That's why I believe almost everyone here knows him. Millenium Dreams were introduced to me by Sancha; I listened to them once on her cellphone because she has a copy of their song's audio. I was immediately captivated by how beautiful their voices are and how well they harmonize. But that's all there is to it! I was never interested in getting to know them one by one because I was content just hearing them sing. Sancha also mentioned that they were just getting started, so how come so many people knew him?

Mia's on my left sharing my iPod, each of us with one earphone. It's fitting that we're listening to Déjà Vu by Fable, because I feel the strongest déjà vu at this moment – like I've lived this over and over countless times. As is the way with dreams, I can't remember where we're going or where we came from, but that's ok.

Mira stood in the doorway of her best friend’s apartment, water dripping from her soaked clothes onto the floor. The rain outside pounded hard against the windows and roof. It had started as a light shower when she arrived, but now it was a full storm with thunder cracking every few minutes. She had come to visit her best friend, Lena, but Lena had stepped out for a quick errand and was not back yet. Only Lena’s boyfriend, Jake, was home. Mira avoided looking directly at him. She had been doing that for months now. Jake was tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms from working out. His dark hair was a little messy, and his jaw was sharp. Every time she saw him, her mind filled with the sam

When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,' Then You scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions... Job 7:13-14 The rustling outside of our tent wakes me. Supposedly, there's no wild beast out here, but I check on my four girls. They're sound asleep. For a moment I sit listening, then as soon as I start to lie back down the rustling starts again. I call Malika. Groggy she answers, "Hey Jade. What's up?"

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

Enjoying the feeling trailing throughout my body. I placed my forehead on his sweaty chest, giving it a light peck. "We shouldn't be doing this Gabriella." He breathes. I chuckle slightly, as I lay next to him playing with his dark hair. "What's so funny." He questions. "That reminded me of someone," I say as my mind plays the scene where Giovanni said that while we were fucking when he kidnapped me. Deja vu I guess because I'm playing him just like I did with Giovanni. I unwrap myself from him, pulling myself off the bed, My toes tingle as they touch the cold floor.

She was not aware that the priest is on that part already. Jace was looking at her with love in his eyes for her. She looked back to him and was still looking in his eyes when she answered. "I do,father,"she said. The priest repeated the question again now directing it to Jace. The man doesn't take his eyes from her. It's sending goosebumps all over her body the the way he is looking at her. "I do father," Jace replied still looking at her. She can't tear her eyes away from him. It seems like Amanda is being sucked into Jace world and it feels good.

Vivian POV The streetlights flicker as I hurry home, Tyler Grayson’s words clawing at my mind like a song I can’t unhear. “You’re not what you think you are.” What does that even mean? My sneakers slap the pavement, the rhythm too fast, too frantic, matching the hum buzzing under my skin. It hasn’t stopped since I left the field, that strange, electric pulse that feels alive, like it’s trying to break free. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who fades into the background at Westbridge High, not someone with secrets worth cryptic warnings. But as the sky darkens, the air heavy with the scent of rain and something wilder, I’m not so sure.