Dreamland: A Novels & Stories

he admitted. “Was it real in my dreams?” I asked. “Very,” he replied. “How could that be?” I mused. “Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said. “I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder. “You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.

It blazes at one moment before completely turning dull. She now has the other half but how will she release the other one out? ~~~ Carrying the words of the great Orlando in their minds and heart, they set sail to the land that was mentioned by him, the land that is visible not in the eyes of all creatures but exempts the extraordinary ones–pure, wise, and strong. It's called the Land of the Infinite Desire and it's in the deepest and most hidden part of the Forest in Vormundham, a place miles away from the border of Lavandel.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

Everything was coming together beautifully. Back at my hotel room, I kicked off my shoes and immediately called Ryan. Despite the late hour in New York, he answered on the second ring. "Miss me already?" His deep voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making the distance between London and New York feel momentarily smaller. "Always," I smiled into the phone. "But I also have news that couldn't wait. How would you feel about Dreamland collaborating with Kruse?" There was a moment of silence. "Kruse? The luxury evening wear brand?"

“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

Chapter 1: The Beginning… She was excited. And nervous. Which she felt more she couldn't say. Anything to get out of Akron. Not really. Not just anything. The most amazing opportunity she'd had. Is this really happening? Or will I wake up and realize it was only a dream? Bella Grant checked her trunk again. Three months was a long time. What have I forgotten? She frowned. Don't be stupid. You can get anything you need. You aren't going to the Amazon rain forest.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Kaidosh moved through the realm of dreams not as a trespasser, but as a curator. He was a weaver of light in the dark spaces, a mender of fractured fantasies. Most dreams were simple things, torn edges of anxiety, faded colors of forgotten joy. He would apply the subtle thread of his essence and move on, untouched, unmoved. But Nylahna’s dreams were a storm he could not ignore.

"I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky." How ironic. Valerius, the bastard who made that promise in my dream, was a complete liar. Yet the one delivering this ultimate romance... was the terrifying, ruthless Lord beside me. A walking demigod. My heart felt like it was being ripped in two. "You don't like it?" Cassian frowned slightly. He caught my emotional breakdown instantly. I ignored him and walked straight to the bar in the corner of the deck. There were a few bottles of strong Dwarven spirits.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’