Dreams From My Father Novels & Stories

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

I stuttered, receiving it. Before I could restrategize, the LEDs powered to life, blaring across the room. It was my father. He was in a factory, dressed in jeans and a helmet, promoting some new electric engine. His voice blasted through every in-wall speaker. “At Monroar, we believe in motion without limits. Your dreams should never stop and neither should you…” The hypocrisy stung. For ten years, I had to live with the now, too uncertain to dream of the future. And now he spoke of dreams and motion. I was both hurt and furious.

SCARLET I rarely ever had dreams. But that night, I had a very strange one. It was my father. He was fine this time, smiling and even waving at me. When I tried to reach him, I couldn’t move. I cried and tried to call out to him multiple times, but he kept moving away from me. “Please…please don’t leave me.” He smiled again, slowly disappearing into the light behind him. “Please!” I woke up with a sharp gasp, something wet hitting my face almost simultaneously.

Then she leaned in, her lips curving into a smug smile as she whispered in my ear: “Katherine, just look at my mother and Alpha—they’re perfect for each other. The only one worthy of Alpha is my mom, not you. If only Lena were dead, then Alpha could finally be my dad.”

I responded as I shook my head still in disbelief as I let out a little laugh. Honestly, just how could he think such lies would work on me? I held my laugh as I noticed my father demure was cold,“ Hmm anything else, he said to try to convince you?” he asked. “ I didn't even let him speak, as I was already having strange images pop right up my head from the weird dreams I usually have, so l left before he could even say anything else.” “Wait, what weird dreams ?” Ohh shit, I shouldn't have said that, I had never told Father about those dreams as I never wanted to appear weak to him.

Once seated, her father laid both hands on the table. That was where Adeline’s eyes landed. Her father’s fingernails still carried blackened grease and oil stains—traces of decades of hard work in his small neighborhood auto repair shop. Those hands, which had labored for her all her life, were clearly still utterly exhausted today. Her father pulled something from the pocket of his faded jacket—a white envelope with slightly creased edges. He quickly slid it across the middle of the table toward Adeline. "What's this, Dad?" Adeline's brow furrowed.

As we entered our quarters, Asher had to deal with some work, leaving me to deal with my thoughts. The events of the day replayed in my mind, and despite the weariness, sleep eluded me. As the weight of the day began to lift, my eyelids grew heavy, succumbing to the pull of sleep. In the realm of dreams, a surreal landscape unfolded. I found myself standing somewhere dark. "Arabella," a familiar voice echoed, resonating with the warmth and authority only a father could possess. Before me stood my father, his features etched with wisdom and a quiet strength that mirrored the tales of an alpha.

These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day. I feel like there is something very serious about this, I just wanted my father to trust me only. Having a normal life and everything I want and why can't I have it? Wow, I miss my grandfather so much. He would know how to tell me everything I needed and he would let me live, that much I know. My father is very strange, sometimes he talks to the super strange man, his name is Solomon, he has a bad face, they say he is the mayor here, but I can never see him like that, says my father.

I have said it before and I will likely say it many times more; She is my treasure, my perfect blessing from Selene. Today is the day and I wish I could say that I am ready for it but the truth is I have slept for crap these last two nights. Don’t get me wrong there is no love lost over killing my father. Quite the opposite actually. It has been two nights of the same thing on loop in my dreams, my father telling me I am worthless, I can’t do this, and he will always win.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my father-in-law, George Lane, lying on the floor. Since I was young, I would faint when I saw blood, so I wanted to give my husband, Brian Lane, a call. I unlocked my phone, but the image of Brain hacking me with a cleaver appeared in my mind. It was as if I could feel the pain again. My finger hovered on the phone screen before I stopped myself from calling Brian. Instead, I gave his cousin, Camden Lane, a call.