Dreame Novel Novels & Stories

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

And directly across from him—Noah Reyes. Up close, he looked even more unfair. Hazel eyes, long lashes, a slow, confident smile that made people lean closer without realizing it. Ethan could smell him: cedar, fresh grass, something darker underneath that made his pulse spike. Noah’s gaze lifted. For half a second their eyes locked. Something flickered there—surprise, maybe curiosity. Then Noah looked away with a lazy grin like it meant nothing. The game started. Bottle spin. Truth or dare. Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table.

He spoke quietly, "Miss Desiree, I want to make you come. And Diedra wants me to make you come too." As Jace spoke momma froze perfectly still. Was the world about to explode or would momma soon be exploding as she came? It seemed like forever. Then momma reached up and touched Jace's arm. Felling her way up his arm, she felt his chest and, I'm sure she noticed he was naked. Even in the dark, I could see my momma's smile. "So, was this the young stud who comes and goes that you spoke about? She asked. She pulled him onto the bed.

Was this a dream or reality? “I will stay, sweetheart. The doctor’s here.” Iris released him reluctantly. She could sense the doctor checking her and injecting her with a sedative. The dream ended as she went into a deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, it was evening, and there was no sign of Maddox anywhere. He had gone with the dream. Only the promise he had made in her dream replayed in her mind like a broken record. It wasn’t surprising. Dreams were never meant to materialize- especially the reckless ones. Maddox was a dream, and he could never be hers in this life.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

She could watch her face now, then slowly took a deep breath. "Here," muttered Ha Mino making Lee Umji turn her head to look at the man. Lee Umji can see Ha Mino holding up a familiar script for a novel. Her eyes were rounded and then walked closer to the back of the table, beside Ha Mino. "Isn't this supposed to be with Park Jini. She said she would judge it," said Umji reading the title of the novel Daydream. "Didn't you also mention this and ... I said that this manuscript is now in Park Jini's hands," continued Lee Umji, grabbing the Daydream script from Ha Mino's hands and then opening the contents. She reads them to determine if the manuscripts are the same or different.

“Then maybe you should find the truth yourself. Stop letting Evelyn writes your story for you.” And with that, she left him sitting there clutching the past lost in a war between love and lies. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, sleep did not come easily. Damon lay in his penthouse, eyes wide open, the leather-bound notebook resting on his chest. And then the dream began. A long hallway. Cold floors. A door at the end—steel, reinforced. A keypad beside it. The air was thick with secrets. He approached the door. His fingers hovered over the numbers.

The cold morning air slapped against my skin, bringing me halfway back to reality. Dominic was already outside, stretching his arms. His sharp eyes caught me immediately. He stopped and walked toward me. “Rachael… you don’t look okay.” I tried to shake my head, to lie again. But the weariness had stripped away my strength. “I had another dream,” I admitted quietly. Dominic’s eyes lit up. “Really? Tell me.” I hesitated at first but decided I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. “It was the same woman. She had a glowing moon on her forehead, wore a beautiful flowing gown… and a crown shaped like a star.”

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.