Dreams From My Father Novels & Stories

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

I murmured to the empty room before finally drifting into a fitful sleep. But in the darkness of my dreams, I saw my father. He didn't speak a word; he simply stood in the charred, smoking wreckage of our old pack house. His chest was dark with the blood I had spent three years trying to wash away. He looked at me with eyes that were hollow and accusing, asking a silent, devastating question: 'Is his story worth more than my life?'

" The family members nodded once more, their collective resolve strengthening. They understood that by burying their father on time, they could provide closure not only for themselves but also for their departed loved one. Later that night, Elena fell into a deep sleep, only to find herself in a vivid dream. In this dream, she stood before her late father, a figure of strength and love. A gentle breeze carried his whispers as he looked upon her with a sense of pride and longing. In the dream, Elena's heart overflowed with emotions she had long suppressed. Tears streamed down her face as she embraced her father, feeling his presence once again. With trembling words, she made a solemn promise,

“ When has saying sorry ever stopped dad from doing what he wants to do “ I asked my mother and she remained silent. My father is a strict man who believes that if a child is not punished then that child will not believe that what they did was wrong . Being the last child of my parents I have always been the least punished one because I was always pampered by my parents and siblings even if my father’s view of pampering is way different from others. “ Just promise me that after today there will be no repeat of this incident again. Promise me that you have learnt your lesson from what happened today “ Even without my mother saying it I have already decided that I won’t ever try looking for a

"What path? How long do I have to prepare? I will never trust him. Derrick is a monster. I love my father, but his wolf wants me dead. I'm sorry for not protecting you. Maybe my life would be different." "Your father will have to answer for his crime. Son, remember what I told you. I love you dearly." she said while disappearing. I jumped up out of my sleep. My body was covered in sweat. It was just a dream, picking up the photo album and laying it on the nightstand. My mother felt so real. I could feel the warmth coming from her body. First, my dad is acting strange, and now I'm dreaming of my mother. Maybe I'm just stressed out. I went into the bathroom to shower to ease this tension. I le

the man stormed out of the room and when the stepmother lost sight of her husband, a smirk plastered her make-up-colored face. My vision was suddenly filled with frames of scenes—my father walking away, finding my mother dead, my stepmother shouting at me, Ciel bidding his goodbye, a baby crying in my arms. The fast slipping of pictures overwhelmed me and my head started to spin uncontrollably that I wished to wake up from this nightmare. The start of the dream might be right but it was altered, especially the things I was unaware of like the conversation of my parents. I was my father's daughter, I knew that.

My tone low, my voice shattered, I utter the words while holding my big belly, there is no one that will come and save us, no one… ** As though I’ve lost any ability to move my body, I’m awake, the dream flashing through my mind as a movie trailer, I cannot pull the plug on it. The voice of my father muttering some strange chants is getting clearer and clearer, I must still be sleeping, how do I wake up from this? “Father, did you say something?” I exert to open my heavy eyes, blinking the headache away. “Yes, sweet baby, I said that I’m glad you came home for a few days. Your mother and I missed you. It’s getting late, don’t you want to have brunch with me and your mother?” It did not sound

my father said as his coughing continues, but this time there was blood in his mouth that he just wiped with his arm, “I am dying and there’s nothing you can do about it. The only thing that you can do is take your post as an Alpha and guide your people. But before that, find my grandchild. He is in danger. I love you, Mikael, and I love Lana and Nathaniel. Protect your family, protect our pack. I’m sorry to leave you when a war is about to start. I–” “No, no, no, no,” I said as I stare at my father’s lifeless eyes. “Dad!” I shouted. I felt someone pulling me away from him. This is not right. This can’t be happening. I need to wake up now. This is only a dream. But if it is a dream, why does

"Are you referring to my dreams, the ones about ragnarok?" "I can't tell you anything specific my baby girl, but what is to come will test you. In every way imaginable" "Why i can't do this alone daddy, I'm not strong enough" "You will be, wake up" "What?" "Wake up (audible high pitched scream)" I stare in my father's face as he is screaming in a blood curdling high pitched scream, there was a blinding light coming from his eye, nose and mouth. I couldn't believe it my father is now a horrifying image before me.