Dreamland Audiobook Novels & Stories

Ronin and Sia got to relax. Ronin released Sia from his tight grip and they got a little separated but still holding each other’s hand. Sia said to Ronin, “I have to tell you something.” Ronin asked her, “What?” “I had a dream today and there was someone in my dreamland telling me to read the book but I didn't hear the name of the book because I woke up from the sleep and my dream got broken up.” “Really? you have this dream?” Ronin asked Sia with a shocked

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ "And that was the dream," Audra concluded simply. "It was voices in a strange and noisy void." "Is something bothering you lately?" the platinum-haired woman couldn't help but deduce something of that sort. "You know, dreams are sometimes things that our mind thinks or sees frequently." "No, I refuse to believe that I would fixate on something like that," Audra tried to speak nonchalantly, shrugging. "Who would be so idle?"

I let out a hum as I tapped my finger on my lips. “I would be an explorer. I’d travel all the realms, looking for new treasures and learning the ways of their people. I’d return home with the craziest tales. Everyone would sit around the fire with anticipation, waiting to hear a new story from my adventures. I would be Imelda the great, the one who’s seen it all and lived to talk about it.” I let out a sigh of disappointment. I looked over at Audra, her gaze set on the sky above us.

“And the world’s first silence between them.” Adrien took a step forward, fighting the tremor in his voice. “You can fight it, Liora. You’re stronger than both of them.” Her laugh was soft, brittle. “Strength isn’t what you think it is. Mother used hers to build a cage. Dominion used hers to burn it down. I just want to stop the song.” He frowned. “What song?” She looked upward. The moon glowed brighter, impossibly bright, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. “The Dream. It’s still alive, inside you.”

Elena only hoped they offered her a good deal. The rest of her day dragged on. Images of her dream danced through her head in between clients. Once the day was done, she sighed, counted out her till, and left. The ride home was fairly quick, and she listened to her audio book half-heartedly. She needed to write notes and talking points on the book for her fans, so she tried to focus on the fanciful story being spun in her ears.

I dream of confusion, of tangled stories, of the chipping, grinding, carving of stones. In my dreams, I hear low rumbling growls and high pitched howling, see full moons and glittering constellations. I see Layla and Arnold holding a tiny bear cub, and Sarah and Nash riding enormous white bears into the sky. I smell Jasper beside me, feel a new claiming mark hot against my skin. I’m the first one to awake. My dream is still lingering in the front of my mind. And it gives me an idea.

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa

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.