Dreams Face After Gumball Novels & Stories

"Don't just pop upright like a damn whack-a-mole. Goddess only knows what's happening to you." I shrugged off his massive hand, planting my feet on the ground. I didn't want to lie down. No more resting. I needed to try to sort out what the dream meant. Restless energy flowed through me, fizzling through every nerve. The urge to run and shift came stronger. "I'm fine, Gabe. I promise. I... I was having another one of those dreams." My explanation took the heat out of his fuming gaze, understanding smoothing his battle-worn face into his usual scowl. Gabe plopped onto the cot beside me with a rough grunt, his hip popping as the tension melted from his body.

Allan woke up with sweat all over his forehead. Why that dream again? It was the first question that came in his mind just as his eyes snapped open. And to his astonishment the person he dreamt of was there. Besides his sick bed. Her beautiful face was smiling through tears at him. He frowned slightly and his heart aches for her.Its like she won't give up. He thought.

His face is as blank like an empty drawing paper. "Please don't do this" I suddenly beg but silence follows. "Am sorry" his voice comes out low. And with that, the car starts moving so fast until it collides into a big tree, me falling unto the steering wheel and slowly loosing my life. •• I wake up sweating and panting, like I just ran a 400m hundle. My hands are shaking uncontrollably. I sit up on my bed and turn on the bed side lamp. This is not the first time am having a very weird dream about faceless people, but this seems to be even scarier. Was this even a dream or is it just my memory playing tricks on me. I refused to believe it's real, that it's just a nightmare but my mind tells

he made a serious face with a lustful gaze. He pulled her underneath him "her eyes widen in shock when she felt his hard manhood pocking her belly. her mind was. yet to digest and process everything. " why is this your first time"a dirty smile took over his face. She is more innocent than he had thought. This is going to be a great win." don't worry I will be slow" she said licking her neck." please don't" she pleaded in tears, who would save her? What would happen to her now? She wished Maxwell will appear and save her just like he always does.

If I just had a choice I would have stayed asleep. I looked at myself once more. I tied my long black hair into a low ponytail. As usual, my face rested bitchily. My thick brows were framing a pair of intimidating black eyes. But there was something different in my eyes today. There was a familiar glint on my eyes. It was the same glint I saw danced on Grip’s eyes in my dreams. I gently bit my natural pinkish lip after the memory of him in my dreams flashed in my mind.

Ryder suddenly went still. “What did you just say?” he asked. I frowned. “You said you saw Gab in your dream drawing something on a wall?” The shock on his face made my stomach twist. Confused, I looked around the room. Alpha Stone looked stunned. Mom’s eyes had widened. Henry and Julius were staring at me in disbelief. A chill ran down my spine. I turned back to Ryder. “Yes, I saw Gab in my dream,” I said slowly. “But why is everyone looking at me like that? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

I smiled and was about to type yes when a text from Sebastian chimed in. “Your beautiful face is still on my mind. You are the woman of my dreams, Dumplings.”

Am sad about not seeing Thabiso throughout the holiday period, talking about him, I have been having weird dreams about him, and in the dream, I see a clay pot placed under a bed with black liquid inside. When I look closely, I see his face in the pot but it has two sides, one of an animal and one of his normal face. I don’t know what it means yet but I feel like talking to him about it but then again, how do I initiate contact him with him when he never contacted or visited me throughout the holidays? Then there is another dream that I have been having.

I muttered, trying to brush past him. "A dream? And you never told me about it?" "It's embarrassing," I said quietly, walking in the direction Gabe had gone. "I told you about my dreams of killing everyone, and you're too embarrassed to tell..." He paused, and we both stopped walking to face each other. "Is it a sex dream?" he whispered, as if it were something scandalous. "No!" I shouted, completely giving myself away. "It is! My little girl is growing up," he teased, and I smacked his shoulder.