Dreamtale Comic Novels & Stories

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

Sitting in the room Sandra glared at them and said “If your little party is finished can we get to the work?’ Lahkesis looked at Sandra and commented "Hey witch be easy. We know our work. Don’t order." "It’s ok Lankesis. Sandra is right. We have to see that girl’s action." Clotho said agreeing with Sandra Sandra smirked at Lankesis and then pointed her finger on one of the walls and mumbled something. Within few minutes a mirror appeared showing the image of a garden with flowers, butterflies, and Alice humming in pleasant weather. They also noticed the rainbow.”

"We really worked on those words. I can't wait to see it." Emma jumped into Scott's arms, waving a paper at him. "I painted a picture of our family. See? There's me and Grant and Mommy and you." His heart swelled with pride as he gazed at the paper. The painting showed four smiling stick figures, all holding hands. The tallest one had long yellow hair and a beard. "Just beautiful, l'il bit," he beamed. "You are a terrific artist." David cleared his throat, reminding Scott that this was something other than a regular day.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

He chuckled. “You never really cared for heels like that. But you look beautiful, Dawnie.” His voice was husky while his eyes were red-rimmed. I stopped walking, causing him to stop as well, he gave me a questioning look. “Dom, are you about to cry?” I asked, worriedly. He cleared his throat before shaking his head in denial. “Dom. You know that if you do cry then I’m going to cry. Then Ma will probably kick my butt because the makeup will be all messed up.” I teased him, causing him to chuckle while nodding.