Dreamworks Moms Novels & Stories

offered Charmine, “and it’s the best time to do some exercises. Sleep early tonight, and Mommy will bring you out for a run tomorrow!” “Yay! But I want to sleep with Daddy and Mommy!” Chris said with a pitiable face, his mouth elongating into a pout. “Momo had a very very long dream. I dreamed of myself falling to the ground and had a seizure—no Daddy, and no Mommy. I dreamt I had tubes all over me, that I can’t sleep with Daddy and Mommy…! Waa…!”

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

"See? Ryan was there too—he can confirm everything's perfect." "Thank goodness," Mom sighed, relief softening her features. "You've been through so much, sweetheart." "Where's my granddaughter?" Mom asked, peering around us as if Vivian might be hiding somewhere. "I'm actually here for work," I admitted. "Opening the London branch of Dreamland. Ryan just flew in today to surprise me—he's heading back tomorrow." Mom gave me an exasperated look. "Already working? And you," she turned to Ryan, "why aren't you making her rest?"

"Asim, please don't repeat what you did earlier to anyone, you know about my dream and it isn't a good one ,stay clear of all your maids , and you will be fine . Mom and her weird dreams ,she has been having a very weird dream,since I turned 18 , saying I raped a witch and the consequences did a lot of damage,why would I even do that in the first place. "Alright mom don't worry I won't do that , your dream will never come true because you have a smart son . *She chuckled* "Okay Asim if you say so ,be careful and stay safe for me , remember your wedding is in two months . "I will mom , don't worry . " Please Asim my dreams always come true ,make this one different , any maid that refuses you

With Dream Mate completed, everyone must wonder, “What’s next!?” Well, I’m going to tell you, this may not be the schedule you were hoping to get, but this is what’s next. The Destroyer will be posted six days a week. Thankfully for my brain, it’s already written, and I’m just editing and making minor changes before posting a chapter.

I like them too much as I spend most of my days in their house. Her mom is also single mother and our neighbour and most importantly Baker. She cook too much delicious food while my mom is complete disaster so I used to stay with them more. Wise choice. I know. Finally after soughting out our thoughts about our mothers we again started watching the show. But there is something , something weird I felt after seeing that pendent. I feel like I see it before too but where. This question keep bugging in my mind and I hate it when I can't remember things.

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

I ask after the silence begins making me sweat worse than the burning sun. “Look, I need you to promise me a couple of things.” My mom is suddenly pulling me closer to her, so that she can speak more directly to me without others overhearing, as though she was about to tell me the meaning of life or some other big secret. She was very rarely a serious person, almost always level and easy going. It made it really easy to talk to her about things. I don’t think I’d ever seen her face look the way it did right now. It worried me. I nod, staring at her suddenly wrinkled and worried brown eyes. “First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.”

Adrienne said. "Yes, guilty again. I can't help but imagine you in that beautiful white dress, jetting off to an exotic honeymoon destination. I want to see that baby bump, watch you raise a child, and listen to you complain about sleepless nights. I can't wait to hear you gush about your child's beauty, intelligence, and everything else," Her mom admitted dreamily. "Mom, slow down! We just started dating, remember?" Adrienne interjected, trying to dampen her mom's wedding fantasies.

Her tongue felt thick and heavy, her head pounded, but she managed a faint, but strong, “Yes.” “What happened, what caused you all that pain?” “Mom, she's calling out to me, but how is that possible, not possible.....not real.” She muttered. “Your mom ?” Jake asked, confused. “Yes.” “Is that even possible? She's hundreds of miles away.” “Yes, it's possible if I can see you in my dreams. Perhaps, I can see my mom too. Can't be real…was a dream....it can't be real…” “Destiny, sweetheart, what can't be real? Show me.”