Dreamcatcher Dejavu Novels & Stories

I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it. No this can't be. Suddenly, Memeories flood my brain. *where did you get that* *it was a birthday present* *it is pure evil* *as long as you wear that thing, evil will continue to follow you* *this is your future* OH MY GOD! Just as my heart was pounding against my chest, the bracelet sparkled. THE END

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.

He hopped onto the bike and sped off. The silence back at the penthouse was a thick, suffocating blanket. Jane had returned to the computer room with her eyes filled with tears. The discovery of the drone’s real purpose and the following confrontation with Michael had left her emotionally raw. The image that had been displayed on the screen, revealing the farm’s location, a place tied to her childhood memory, haunted her. It was an exquisite state-of-the-art data facility on the outskirts of the city. It was a place her father had once taken her to. It was a “take your child to work day.” Her father called the place “the gist house,” a place where information was more valuable than gold. At

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Ranveer, please save me like you married me and saved me from this horrible trap. But how you will save me Ranveer, if you don’t know where I am? *****

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

Adding salt to ever door way and window sill Jared made sure he did what Sage would want him to do so they both would live to see any day. He couldn’t help but think he should have brought Sage here where he could keep an eye on her himself, but she would have fought him every step of the way then she would have shut down not saying one word for days. When he was satisfied with everything, he poured himself into bed in hopes of having dreamless sleep. But Jared wasn’t that lucky. He opened his eyes to find himself in the astral plane. Everything was black and white. He stood in a field of wheat. He could hear crying.

****** Dejavu: A feeling or recollection of a past memory or event that may or might not have happened. Like this feeling, waking up to see my lmbs tied and tangled in Luka's arm with a boner pressed against my back and his soft breaths on my neck. And instead of immediately pulling away my eyes watered at how much I really want to be here; lying in his arms like this.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.