False Knight Dream Novels & Stories

Chapter 14: Let's give him a real show. "Yeah," he encouraged, "that's what I wanna see." She closed her eyes and tried to make believe this was her boyfriend's cock. He was engrossed in Kelly's display, and Julia thought she might manage to do something. She could summon up another pistol, have it appear behind her, and then grab for it. The key was that the two dreamers could not be allowed to see it appear. There was an internal logic to dreams which could not be broken under most circumstances. Michael had managed it in the extreme panic of being trapped earlier, but Julia would have to work with the dream. She glanced down, and that was all it took. "Don't you be twitchin', pussy!" the

ALICE'S POV The first thing that I noticed was his signatures under his name at the bottom of the papers. My eyes went wide as a whisper left my lips. “ Damien Knight Castillo? ” Slowly, I raised my head and my eyes met his steely grey orbs that were still observing me like he was able to see right through me. Was he really Damien Knight Castillo? The same one who was rumoured to be Ruthless? The one I thought I would never meet so I was relieved? I gulped staring in his intense eyes.

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

Laying in Eva's bed was no other than her evil cousin, Damien Cross- the emperor of the business world! Her cold, ruthless, and indifferent cousin, a man who rarely smiled and laughed, he- he was actually lying on her best friend's bed! Nathalia shook her head, believing that she was still on the plane and dreaming currently. ‘Of course this isn't real.’ She raised her hand up and harshly pinched herself, still thinking that she was on the plane, and having terrible and vivid dreams. This is the last thing that could ever happen.

*ADRIAN** I let go of the fool I was holding and he fell to the floor in pain. I wonder how much strength the Princess put into punching this guy. Well, it's not like I'd want to find out. I turned around to follow the princess back when Arnold said, "You know she's just using you right? I don't know what she promised you, but she's not going to give it to you. Don't trust her." He slowly stood up, holding his stomach. I watched him walk away and disappear into the shadows.

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.

With that, I switched my phone off and disconnected from the real world, meeting a better version of Gray in my dream- Where He picked me up,Kissed my lips and at the end of the night, He tucked me to his side and brought me to his mansion, Where he asked me to marry him. The next morning couldn't arrive faster than a flash. One moment,I was asleep dreaming with a smile on my lips, and the next moment… I am wide awake on my bed with a killer mood and face -looking like the town clown with lipstick smeared upto my forehead and my hair resembling that of a bird nest that sits on top of the oldest tree branch with sands filling inside their trunk. In short, I look like a mess. For the better pa

He looks up as if he is thinking about it for a moment and then nods before saying, “Yep. I do believe so.” Shutting the door, he smiles and puts the key card in his black dress pants before he takes my hand and leads me to the waiting limo. This time when we walk out of the hotel, the limousine driver is an older man in his fifties with greying hair and pale skin. He looks at me quickly before asking Brandon with a straight face, “Are you Mr. and Mrs. Knight?” He nods and then says politely, “Technically, not yet. I am Mr. Knight, and this is my soon to be wife, Dani.”

The tendrils of the nocturnal vision lingered, weaving an ethereal tapestry that blurred the lines between subconscious fears and the intricate dance of destiny. The dream had been a recurring theme, an enigmatic harbinger of what lay ahead, and each time it unfolded, I stood at the nexus of conflicting forces—my brother's malevolence, Chastity's unwavering strength, and the inexorable pull of fate. As I grappled with the echoes of the dream, I sought the counsel of an old confidant, my steadfast friend, Carlile.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle