Dreamtale Comic Novels & Stories

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.

I want to get to know you more. Fairytale_Dream: What would you like to know? I’m an open book. White.Wolf_Knight: Everything. I want to know everything I can about you. Fairytale_Dream: Well, you know I’m an only child and that it’s just me and my dad as my mom passed away a few years ago and you know my interests. Is there anything in particular you would like to know about me? And don’t forget our agreement from our last conversation you ask one question I ask one in return.

I cried dramatically in front of Serena as guests consoled me. Unbeknownst to them, I was secretly celebrating. The most troublesome person was gone, leaving only two insignificant fools to deal with. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door.

Hearing the cheerful question, Sung-ho replied blankly, "I'm good. How are you, Myung-dae?" Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this?' Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade...." Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought.

“Shhhhh. Calm yourself. Don’t be so loud” “Ow, I’m sorry, been carried away with my emotions” “So, should I pursue my dream there? I’m thinking twice, actually. I don’t think I fit there” “Oh? How so? You’re so good. You’re smart. You can be everything they want you to be. You’ve come to this far girl. Don’t you ever back down now just because you’re doubting yourself? Will your company chooses you if you’re not qualified? I thought not. Go for your dream girl. Money is way easy there”

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

In the end, he only gave a cold snort, then turned and left with Bianca in his arms. I ignored him. Just then, a timid voice sounded beside my ear. “Wow. You’re really good at shutting people down. Can you teach me?” Warm breath brushed my ear, carrying a faint, crisp scent of mint. I turned my head and found myself looking straight into a pair of bright, shining eyes. At some point, Miles had leaned in close, his face full of admiration. “...Did no one ever teach you about personal space?” I was helpless. He froze, then looked down at his own feet.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.