Dreams Face After Gumball Novels & Stories

The cool sweetness melted across my tongue. He drew me gently into the crowd as the music swelled. People cheered and spun around us. Beyond the dancers, I caught Anna's wink. Our mother smiled from her chair. My vision blurred for a moment. Dante lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine. "Are you happy now?" he asked quietly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed a kiss against his lips. "Yes. This is the most beautiful dance I have ever had." —The End

ELARA ~~~~~~ He stared at me. A face I didn’t recognize, and yet those eyes. Those golden eyes. I knew them. I will always recognize them in a room full of thousands. It was as if the creature from my dreams had simply borrowed a human face. Or maybe my mind had given him one on purpose, to make it easier to want him. To ease the guilt of how much I enjoyed what he did to me in those dreams. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

Where is that? Th--that's right! A dream! Just after I moved to Will's house, which is very near to the wall of death. I got this strange dream! I was so scared at that moment. So, that's a dream of the future? A future where I will meet Ril? "So, you dreamt about me, huh?" He said with a small chuckle. His laughing face. What is that? It looks so beautiful. I felt like my face was heating up. What's with me? Why does he look so good right now?

It was a very pretty face, yes, but it was much more than that. Leaning forward, I linked my palms together, staring pointedly at the therapist. “Do you know what’s so mysterious about this face I keep seeing?” Andrea shook her head, her face squeezing into focus. “Tell me.” “It’s the fact that every single time I wake up from these dreams invaded by that face,” I continued, feeling a bit agitated, “I discover tears in my eyes.” I paused, looking at the therapist for some kind of quick explanation. “Isn’t that strange?”

He cupped my face in his palms and asked, "Do you see me in your dreams? Do I look different?" "Yes, I saw you three times so far, and you looked different in one of them. You had darker hair and eyes. I had a baby in that dream, a baby with someone else but you probably killed that man." "I had that dream too. You looked the same in all my dreams, with really dark hair. Except for one dream that I recently had. I saw you with blonde hair like how you look now but wearing something funny on your face that was made out of glass. We were in the future."

Ariana Pov ( as Anika ) " Ergo?" I mumbled after waking up in my deep dreams. If you ask me about my dream, I recalled some but not all of it. The only image that closes to my mind was the weird face of a genie coming out from a small bottle full of thick violet fume and I saw my face inside my dream.

He opened his eyes, but was not able to see anything. He gently pulled Harlow off his face before changing her diaper without her waking. Gore's mind was too busy to fall back asleep. He was thinking about his dream. His mate, so close but yet so far. The familiar scent blew through his half-open window, but he knew better than to look outside because no one was there, no one was ever there. The baby rolled over, which caused her foot to hit Gore in the face. She then laughed in her sleep. 'Well, at least one of us is having pleasant dreams,' Gore thought.

He swallowed hard, eyes roaming around my face as he opened his mouth to speak. Turns out, I didn’t want to listen to his lies after all. My hand clutching the juice box landed on his face. He stumbled three steps back from the impact, holding his bleeding lip. He regained his balance, but before he could reach for me, the sound of my alarm echoed, waking me up from my dream. Eyes glued at the ceiling, I wonder if this is how dreaming really works, because it fucking sucks.

Some strands of my hair got stucked in my face as well because of the tears. Then, you moved those strand away from my cheeks. You tucked them behind my ears with your eyes still locked on my brown orbs. My lips were lightly formed into a pout. My eyes feels small as if they were squinted probably because of how puffy they were. Afterwards, you lowered your head to level it on mine, then you cupped my cheeks again and you wiped the tears away using your both thumbs. "Nightmares only feels surreal, but it doesn't mean they will come true. They're not dreams. Hm?" You raised your brows, hoping I will agree with what you said, as you gave me an assuring smile. My face remained blank with my eye