From Fake Dreams Novels & Stories

A thin mist clung to his eyes as he stared at me in confusion. I raised an eyebrow and leaned slightly closer. I’ll teach you a game. If you do well, once the game is over, I’ll hand you Langford Group. Meanwhile, Evan sat restlessly spinning the glass in his hand, then tilted his head back and downed his third shot of hard liquor. He had pretended to be drunk earlier. Clearly, he had been offering Clara a way out. But why did she have to be so ungrateful? Bianca sat beside him and spoke as if the thought had only just occurred to her.

For the first time, the system modeled trust as a variable, uncertain yet essential. Sophia dreamed lightly, waking often. Each time, she sensed connection without immersion, like a shoreline rather than an ocean. In one fragment, she was repairing a roof with strangers, hands passing tools without instruction. In another, she was listening to a story that never concluded. Upon waking, she did not seek interpretation. The dreams felt complete without explanation, offering reassurance through familiarity alone.

“Fake fiancée.” He pulled me so close I could barely breathe. “Say that again, and I’ll strip you naked right here and make you understand the difference between real and fake.” His words sent a bolt of fear—and something else—down my spine. The dream slammed back into me. No. No, I can’t let it happen. I can’t let my mind wander. I have to stay sharp. I said nothing, just watched as he steadied his breath. Finally, he whispered, “Let’s go back in.”

Kevin mocked. “I’m also not feeling well since earlier, I was thinking where there is a vacation place called Dreamworld. But I think it’s a new recreation place like on Singapore Island. Or like Astro World in America, it’s also called dream world. So it’s like a kind of dream place. Eh, it turns out to be a dreamland. I don’t mind if I’m only invited to sleep, I’d rather sleep with Fanny than with you,” Jonathan said at length.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

She questioned me expecting to hear something different: maybe that I needed a help of some sought. I approached her where she sat, sitting by her side, she stood up and walked into the rest room, which after a while she returned. I began. "Mother, there this particular dream that as always engrossed with in my dreams, "hmmm" she said. "I always see a gorgeous looking prince standing in a distance and looking at me, mother, in those dreams, I always love him dearly, in those dream series, I always wish, I could touch him, or even kiss him, and his eyes are very charming. I have never seen an handsome prince such as that creature." Looking at me with a look of disappointment, "It's that why

"I was so frightened." Iskander plunked down on the edge of the bed, holding my hand. "In some cases, our dreams can feel genuine," he said. "Yet, they're not. They're simply our personalities pulling pranks on us. You're protected here, with me." “I think we should cancel the trip for now,” I said looking up to Iskander.

Why can't I dream of Rex? Damn it!