From Fake Dreams Novels & Stories

Should be the responsible one, like always. “Sure,” I hear myself say in a small voice. “Why not.” The first few rounds are stupid. Tyler dares Marcus to text his ex. Jacob admits he once cheated on an ethics exam. Devon chugs an entire cold coffee on a dare and immediately looks like he regrets it. Then it’s my turn. “Truth or dare, Emma?” Tyler asks. Using my actual name for once. “Truth.” “What’s your biggest fantasy?” I freeze. “Like... sexual fantasy?”

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

Her dreams truly came true. - The End -

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

I don't know but when I dream of him I have no control over it and for some reason, it feels so real. Chapter One Chase (POV) I woke in a sweat and of course with another hard-on. The same dream keeps haunting my nights. About this same woman with red hair and deep green eyes. The only thing is I have never seen or met her. I wonder if she is even real. Her full lips and her curves, all in the right places. The dreams began a couple of months ago and each time it always seemed real. The way she feels when I hold her, and the taste of her when we kiss. The dream always ends in the same way. In each other's arms after a night of passion. I don’t know what triggered all these dreams, all I know

Soon, he would come back and beg her, she knew it. That night while she tried to sleep, she found herself dreaming, a rather scary dream that was not too far from reality. In that dream, Derek was suffocating her with the exact pillow on the bed she was lying on, and beside him, Scarlett stood with a shovel and a white sheet with which they would wrap her body. Naya was there too, dapping at his head with a small handclothe while he squeezed the life out of Nancy. She woke up with a fever and wound her hand around her neck protectively, there was no one in the room. The house was quiet, if anything.

“No. I am afraid they are not. I just used it a few hours ago. I wasn’t sure how I knew I had it, but at the time, I just wanted the pain to stop.” “What pain?” Jade focused on her. “This may sound crazy to you, but I have been having these dreams.” “Nightmares?” Selena shakes her head. “No, I wouldn’t call them that. It felt so real that just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.” “What do these dreams look like?” “It sounds unbelievable, so I would rather not tell you. I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

She would make millions. At night the universe bursts with vibrant bright colors. This world had two moons. It is hard to explain. It's all a dream, I think. I get so confused because it all seems so natural. I just showed up one night after one of my angels came and whisked me away. The brain does crazy things when damaged, and you can not distinguish fantasy from reality. I am not dead; however, I am stuck in a dream world. It is like that movie, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. When the kids show up in Narnia, everyone knows who they are. They call me AlexiAnna here. It's always nice to get a chance to be a whole new person.