Novel & Cerita Dreamer Dolls

I stood on the threshold and gazed, open mouthed at the wonder before me. Sunny-coloured curtains hung from the windows, the walls had been repainted a pale pink and cute animation drawings grazed the wall. My eyes continued to take it all in. The beautiful sofa to the right, a cream coloured rug that looked like persian, but I knew was fake. But what caught my interest out of everything, stood in the middle of the room --- a blue wooden crib fit for a king's child. I guessed from the colour, she must have found out we were having a boy. But then the room was painted pink . . .

“That was my cousin’s name.” Kojo steps back. “She died when she was five. Fell into the river. Never found.” Mira holds the doll. It hums in her hand. Not evil. Not cursed. Just... waiting. --- They return to Nsia with the doll. That night, Esi sleeps clutching it. And dreams. --- The Dream She walks a river made of mirrors. Every step reflects a different version of herself. In the distance, a child sits in a throne made of teeth.

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

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

"It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one belongs to the Princess of Dirbay." Gianna gasped loudly, her eyes gleaming with envy. However, she suddenly thought of something. "But as I recall, you hate the color blue the most. Why would Mr. Johnson give you a blue brooch, then?" Tracy's smile froze on her face. "Who said I didn't like blue? My current favorite color is blue!" Gianna didn't press any further. She turned and pointed at the hallway, suddenly screaming, "Trace, look! Mr. Johnson is here! He's coming!"

And when she saw the doll lying inside, she could not help but be stunned. Most of the doll’s body was made of ceramics, which looked beautiful, and it was also a fully automatic doll. When moving, it would grab a flute in one hand and whistle, while the other hand would hold a chirping bird. She was surprised because this doll was a unique creation, and the person who had designed and created it named it the “Bird Tamer”. It was priced at 6.25 million, and it was the only one in the world. Daisie glanced at him. “Colton, are you spending Dad’s money again?”

She shook her head. “They’re similar to us,” Mikan explained. “We use telepathy to read thoughts or memories. Dreamers can enter a person’s dreams and watch or manipulate them. They can see what the dreamer sees, feel what they feel. It’s powerful… and dangerous. They can alter memories, even reality, for the sleeping mind. That’s why they’re rarely trusted.” Brie looked toward the door where Trace had gone. “He doesn’t trust the dreamer you’re suggesting, does he?”

She gagged softly but kept sucking, her eyes watering with devotion. "More," I demanded. "Louder." Raven's fingers moved faster, her athletic thighs quivering. "I... I dreamed of you fucking Mom in front of me, then making me clean your cum from her pussy with my tongue. Of you choking me with your cock while calling me your little blood whore. Of you and Mom holding me down and using every hole until I couldn't think anymore. Please, Daddy, I'm so close—" "Edge only," I snapped. "Thank me for every filthy thought."

Not even Ai, I never see her in this situation. The doctor went further. "The feelings of the imagining touch of someone's hand on your body. In your daughter situation, the imagination has led to sex." "What!" We reacted to the heartbroken news the way we can. I never once in my life heard of this. Oh my goodness! "Does this happen due to ones recent experience?" The detective asked. "Actually, yes and no. My knowledge on this," the doctor gasped and turned to Ai. "It happens if one is reacting to an overdose drugs. In her case, she is reacting to a strong sleeping overdose drug."