Dreamcatcher Maison Novels & Stories

Staring in adoration at the couple who are unaware of our intrusion. Narrators Narrative; It's another beautiful morning at the side of New Jersey, where the Durans reside. Christy is sitting on a couch, close to the window, surfing the internet. With her plan draft stolen, and father's petting zoo out of reach, there's very little but this she can do, to while away time. She decided not to stay looked up in her bedroom, feeling like a defeated loser. Although her bedroom is her safe heaven, she ought to come out of it, and be strong.

“I got her buddy. Do you want to come up here and sleep with us tonight?” Chester just wagged his tail in happiness. Thomas scooped him up and watched as he made himself comfortable right by Megan. He was asleep before he knew it. He seemed to be lost in a dream this time. Later that night Sage and Jared had ended up back at the small two bedroom house in a puff of smoke. The house was one of many that her Dad had to bring back to life with his own two hands. Sage remembered the many hours painting and rebuilding after her mother had passed. Sage ran her fingers across the wood paneled wall in the living room. David had found the wood laying on the beach after a rain storm. David had bragged

As lovely as getting to kiss her here is, and I like that I still feel the sparks of the bond, it’s not the same. “Mmm… hi to you too.” Katrina chuckled when we finally pulled apart. “So what fresh hell is this? I left you outside the dream world of Bisnonna’s house only to return hours later to find myself in… I don’t know what this is. Why are there ladders and slides? And what’s with the monkeys?” I chuckled because at least I’m not the only one that doesn’t get it. “I have no fucking clue. It’s like some fucked up mashup of shoots and ladders with a barrel full of monkeys. We’d have to ask Shit Witch to know for sure.” I sighed.

“And this pack, it feels like… home.” “It is,” she says proudly. “We might not be like other packs, but we’re still family here.” We talk some more, and soon, we pull up into a compound with the lushest green lawn I've ever seen. A small cabin house comes into view, tucked near a cluster of springs where the white mist rolls gently across the water. The cabin house isn't huge or fancy, but it’s beautiful. Ivy crawls up the sides. Dreamcatchers hang from the porch. There’s a blue wind chime dangling at the entrance.

They walked into the house, and immediately, their heads turned in circles to see everything there. The walls had hundreds of pictures hung up to the ceiling and dream catchers in different shapes and colors that mimicked the rainbow. In the center of the ceiling was a carved-out piece of metal that had been painted- it resembled the moon. “You made all this?” Lola asked in an exhale. They all felt the house’s warmth and calmness the second they walked in. There were no carpets. The wooden floors looked old and made sounds, but it was part of the house’s charm.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

I have now been undercover for six months, finding the weak link as my mother put it, in order to find how we could take care of the blackmail incident once and for all. It's my birthday tomorrow and I just wanted to be back at home with my family and Koa. I sighed to myself knowing that my wish wouldn't be coming true. I stared out the window of the large mansion that I called 'home' for the last half of a year when I noticed some flashes coming from down below. I quickly threw on my jacket when I heard the crashing coming from the first floor. Grabbing my hidden pistol and tucking it safely into my holster located under my jacket, I quickly dashed down the stairs.

The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

It looked inviting in the midst of the storm, a beacon amidst the uncertainty of their lives. “There it is,” Maya said, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Home for now.” They hurried towards the cabin, and George opened the door, leading them inside out of the rain. The interior was simple yet welcoming, the smell of old wood mingling with the fresh scent of rain. A flickering fireplace sat in the corner, small but casting a warm glow that chased away the chill of the night. Elora stepped in last, feeling the warmth seep into her bones. “It’s…nice,” she said, looking around. “I didn’t expect it to feel so…comfortable.”

But what we do find is a little bit different to what we expected. We reach the monsters hideout and what we find is a small clearing, with a large Land Rover, which is yellow and looks like it only arrived last night. I glance at Ash. “This wasn’t part of my dream.’