Dreamer Comics Novels & Stories

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.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

He leaned forward too, “What's that?” “Man, I’ve had this wild fantasy for a while. Like, participating in an orgy one day. You know, those stuff we watch on p**n, multiple people, no limits, a lot of activities. I know it’s crazy, but the idea of letting go completely? It turns me on like nothing. Crazy.” Walker burst out laughing. “You kinky bastard! From shy intern to orgy dreamer. I support it. Go get some at that retreat, man. Just don’t do anything that gets you fired.”

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

Everyone tried to comfort me, saying, "It's your idea. Nobody can really steal it from you." But Wendy, standing in the corner with red eyes and a trembling smile, said softly, "So this is Kate's dream wedding... I won't take it, then. But, if it's not too much to ask, can I come see it in person on the big day? It's just so beautiful." All her envy and disappointment showed through. Jason, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up and said in a strangely calm voice, "Kate, why don't you just let her use the design?"

Even from a distance, Damian could tell that the man was his uncle. “Zoom in on this angle,” Damian pointed at one point. Not at what Leonard was doing but at one of Leonard's men. The man with the scar on his jaw was Damian's main target. He was the reason why Damian was checking the shipment of Dream Pills (a drug with a high addictive content, beating the ecstasy commonly circulated in Damian's club). The selling price of Dream Pills is quite high but enthusiasts don't care. They were trapped in the dreams the pills gave them (the hallucinations were more influential on the user's subconscious).

, and she jumped on her bed. **** Hardeep, a twenty five years old guy, successfully running his own business had to come to another city as he planned to supervise another branch of his company. He's a smart, good looking, tall guy with hazel eyes and a treat for every female's eyes. Naturewise, personally he's an easy going person but in the business world it's really hard to crack a deal with him as he never believes in mixing business with pleasure. "****

She was extremely loyal to her true friends, though. Lance started at our school a couple years later. Dark in hair, eyes and complexion, he and Craig became best friends over their shared love of comics and horror movies. He was brooding and sarcastic. He loved to write and I always thought that he and April would be a perfect couple but I found out recently that he carried a torch for Sammy.

Goodnight. I put off the phone and stared at my window. The moon wasn't out but the stars were. I picked up my sketchbook and was suprised when nothing... nothing flashed into my head. Ok,this is weird. I thought. Normally, every time I picked it up,random stuff flashed through my head. Call it gift but, trust me, it created lots of headache. The face I had sketched was there,staring at me with a smile on her face. The dream I had in my dad's room wasn't making any sense. If there was a dangerous man on the loose, why hasn't there been anything on the news?

“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.