Dreamer Cover Novels & Stories

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

His eyes locked on my bare skin—smooth, unmarked, flawless. My lips curled in a cold smile. "Do you see now, Mr. Kinsey? There is no birthmark. I am not Arden." Wayne froze, disbelief etched on his face. "How… how could that be…" Vincent's patience snapped. "You have your answer, Wayne, and now, it's my turn to settle the score. You've harassed my cousin more than once, and now you even laid hands on her. You'll pay for this."

" Raymond closed his eyes and produced another stack of photos. Before he even said anything, Laura snatched them from him immediately. However, all it took was just a single glance before Laura nearly fainted on the spot. Then, she marched up to Tracy and gave her at least a dozen slaps on each side of her face, left and right. "You little slut!" The photos showed Tracy wearing sexy, promiscuous outfits while nestled in the arms of many different men. Some of the men were wealthy millionaires in their 50s, and some of them were notorious playboys, too. The most glaring photo showed her on tiptoe, kissing a well-known married business tycoon on the cheek, her eyes gleaming with ulterior inte

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

He caressed her face. “What's the matter?” Gemma buried her face into his chest. “Oh, Declan… It was j-just a-awful!” she sobbed brokenly. “What was, sweetheart?” he demanded, holding Gemma against him. “The dream… I h-had the d-dream again.” The sobs were easing now. “It's so long since it last happened, I'd almost forgotten about it.” Declan’s grey eyes were still darkened with concern as he held Gemma at arm's length, searching her deathly white face for several long seconds.

Ife gazed at her collarbone in the mirror, bearing Alo and Farrells marks proudly on her skin. No one could ever question their bond again. Speaking of the two devils, they appeared behind her with her claiming marks showing on their collarbones. What a magnificent sight they were! It happened again, she had the dream again showing her collarbone marked on each side by two men that looked almost identical. Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

I decide to run but she's screaming in a high-pitched blood-curdling octave, "HELP ME PLEASE!" Unable to leave her, I take out my handgun and snatch the covers off of them. Instantly, I'm frozen in horror! Monique is a bloody pulp of flesh and there's some huge, skinless, rabbit-looking demon devouring her! I'm now screaming for my life, then I wake up! Thank God it was only a nightmare! I'm drenched in sweat. My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

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.