Fantastic Dreamers Novels & Stories

The soft rustle of the sheets was a lullaby that carried her towards the realm of dreams, where stories unfolded like petals blooming in the sun. With a heart full of love and dreams, Mama Hazel closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards the promise of tomorrow. The night was a canvas upon which new adventures awaited, new characters beckoned, and new tales whispered their secrets in the shadows. In the realm of dreams, Mama Hazel found herself in a world where stories danced and imaginations ran wild. Together with Theo, she embarked on a journey through landscapes of wonder and realms of enchantment, their hearts intertwined in a symphony of love, creativity, and shared dreams.

Do you fancy a son or a daughter? 'One of each would be lovely.' 'Twins?' Jasmine asked. Favour laughed. 'I hope not. Just one at a time but in any order. Boy or girl...it doesn't matter.' Such blissful carefree plans, Jasmine thought. A mountainous wave of envy hit Jasmine and she shrugged to fight through it as her younger sister rattled on about her ideal family. It wasn't Favour's fault that her own life was in such a mess. She seemed to get herself embroiled in one bad choice after another; holding on to Robert when he wasn't worth holding on to, and now Collins...had she no sense of when to let go? Did fantasy have a bigger grip on her than reality?

God knows I spend more time inside the fictional worlds I create than I do in the real one. So maybe this is just… that. This is just my brain taking something small and stretching it into something bigger, darker, more dramatic. Something that isn’t there. Writers are already labeled as dreamers, Overthinkers and delusional people. We’re seen as people who create problems just so they can solve them. And I refuse…..I refuse to let a fantasy override my common sense. It’s either that…Or I go mad. And I’m not ready to unpack that kind of madness yet.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. 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

Anna nodded somberly, "Yes. They tried to kill you but they couldn't. Nobody ever dreams of them. Ever. We see them, but they never cross our dreams, not even in nightmares." Eleanor's palms began to sweat, "And I dreamt of them." Anna nodded, "Yes. They have a rare breed of witches who are here, but operate solely in the other realm. The realm of dreams. Their job, is to make sure no one dreams of them." Eleanor swallowed, "They slipped on the job?" Please say yes, please say yes. Anna shook her head, "No child, they never slip." "Well wh. . . What does that mean?"

There's no need for further explanations. "Dimensia," Dylan read the title page of the book. "Never heard of them." "It came as a shock to the whole IRB as well when they emerged," said Jerell. "They are also called Dream Dwellers. They are practically untouchable, for no one can actually identify a Dimensian here on Earth. They're humans that have stepped up the Evolution ladder. They have a world of their own when they close their eyes, and they have a much stronger psyche."

The next time I open them, I am lying in my bed. The alarm goes off and instead of getting up, I lie there and refuse to move for fear that this is all a dream or part of some strange alternate reality. Maybe if I don’t get up, everything will be fine. My children will still be alive, and the world won’t end today. Hearing them come down the hall, I pull the covers over my head and murmur to myself, “Please, please, please, let this be real and not a dream.”

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

With confusion and hurt on his face he asked, “Why wouldn't I be interested?” “Well, for starters, Artimous is a unicorn, Greagan and Laylan are elves and Ivy is a fairy. Why would you really be interested in some fairytale dream your silly wife has from time to time? I just didn't figure that a big, strong strapping man like you would be interested in my crazy dream,” I rambled as I ran my fingers in his chest hair. I bit my bottom lip as I always do and waited for his response. My mom used to tell me that one day I would end up biting my lip off completely if I didn't quit. Of course, I never really listened to her so I never stopped. I looked into his face but I couldn't read his expressi

Her eyes sparkled, of course, she did, she just hasn't got the chance to do it yet. "As you know ... I have an independent project called The Night Film, I've gathered a handful of eager students here to do the project as an extracurricular activity ... it's really creative work ... no working hours commitment, everybody commits in their own time and it's a really light and fun working environment," his introduction hooked her already. "if you're interested ... I could use a bright young student like yourself to join the team ... it's a non-profit at the moment, but there's a lot of potential in it, everyone's growing together, I'm sure we'll be making something in the future." A wide smile