Dreaming By Blondie Novels & Stories

As the drowsiness slowly took over her, someone's subdued voice rang in her ears. "Fuschia." Fuschia pushed her drowsiness away and slowly open up her eyes. Affectionate eyes were seen through her blurred vision. Pretty eyes that shine brightly under the moonlight- it was Dylan. He carefully swept Fuschia's hair. The touch of caring her hair was particularly gentle. She laid down in a daze, blinking rapidly, but the hand that was stroking her hair came down and caressed her eyes slowly. “Is this a dream?” Fuschia mumbled to herself.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

Blue eyes, blonde hair, and whispers in the wind. I woke with a start, unease clawing at my chest. This was the third night, the same dream haunting me. In the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, seeking solace in the coolness. As I lifted my gaze, the mirror revealed a shocker. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.

(DUE TO HOW LONG HE HAS WAITED FOR HIS MATE, I , THE AUTHOR FEEL IT IS RIGHT TO LET YOU KNOW THE SONG HE WAS SINGING, SO PLEASE ENJOY) Dream Glow I spend my whole life following the night time Can't see the stop sign what you gonna say (Hey) Wandering quietly right into my dreams It's all that I see what you gonna say (Hey) Always feeling something bigger something real wild Keep on shining Make it brighter than a spotlight (Hey hey) Sometimes I stop and stare Follow my dreams right there Dream glow (Hey hey) Sometimes my dreams come true Sometimes they turn to blue Dream glow (Hey hey) Nice boys they thought would be easy to train Hid their scratched up knees (hey) My sign is a fragment of

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 ..."

that she had placed on the cake herself. I curled my hand into a tight fist. My disappointment was immeasurable when I glared at Matthew. "Matthew, don't you know that Lyanna has a mango allergy?" "Of course, I don't. Luna, I'm Michael. How would I know that?" Matthew blurted out as he averted his gaze.

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.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.