George X Dream Novels & Stories

… At the villa, Felix paced back and forth in the living room, feeling restless as he awaited Leslie's arrival. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was George calling. "Mr. Zeller, I didn't expect you to be in Canraville! You must be done eating by now. Do you want to grab a drink?" George asked. Felix wasn't in the mood. "No thanks. Let's do that another time." "Alright, but I have to ask—are you planning to go to Dreamscape's concert?" George was worried about whether Felix had tickets. Given his connections to Moonshadow Alliance, it was impossible for him not to secure at least one.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

“This is my apologies for inviting you to my place forcibly. As long as you’re willing to forgive me for my rudeness and don’t speak ill of me in front of Fane. You can pick whichever you desire!” “Wonderful! Master George, you truly deserve to be patriarch of the George family. How generous, how benevolent!” Ben could barely conceal his soaring excitement. He immediately pointed at one car. “This is it! I pick this!” “For the other one, we’ll pick Rolls-Royce as well!” Xena exclaimed, an obvious tremble in her voice. If she got to drive a Rolls-Royce, it would immediately increase her social status. Just the thought of it sent shivers of excitement throughout her being.

Yang Xiao directly shook George off and said angrily, "What are you doing? I don't pick up soap!" "Master George, is there anything special about this stall?" Zhao Xin asked in surprise. " Market stall goods?" Hearing Zhao Xin's words, George suddenly turned around and grabbed Zhao Xin's collar and roared angrily, "F*ck! You blind bastard, how dare you say this is a street stall goods? I'm telling you, there is no such perfect masterpiece in the world!" What!!! How could a world-renowned fashion designer, George, say that this item was the most perfect masterpiece in the world?

its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so. I have had tons of dreams before but this one just seemed too off, too scary, too real. I am really over thinking this, maybe I should just stop worrying so much. Its just a dream. "Where did you get that" she yelled out of nowhere making me flinch a little. "Get what?" I asked "That" she pointed to my wrist where my silver bracelet sat. "Oh, it was a birthday gift" "Its beautiful" she held my arm, staring awestruck at the thing.

I was here for him. The dress was a weapon. Midnight silk that clung in places memory used to, a slit that whispered of sin, a neckline that left little to imagination, and yet, somehow, everything. My hair fell in soft waves, the kind that begged to be touched, and my lips were painted the color of defiance, deep crimson. I looked around for a few minutes and had a sip from my champagne glass. And then I saw him. Lawrence Dankworth, in his black tailored suit, was standing near the center of the room as if it were built around him. He spoke with a senator, his smile precise, his posture iron. Untouchable. Unshakable. Handsome and dangerous.

He is now free of his guilt after facing the truth and only the truth. "For my last question, do you still dream of the same dream?" Xander is constantly dreaming of the same content and that is Gabbie and his child. They are a happy family in that dream of his, camping in high mountains, relaxing in a field full of tulips, and going to beaches together. Even though it looks like a good dream, since it is constant without sparing a single night, it became problematic. "No, I don't dream of it anymore two months ago," he honestly answered and the doctor smiled widely.

Georgia was on her stool telling him about a dream she'd had about Gerald the penguin discovering he could fly. "Where did he fly to?" George asked. He was fully engaged, the way he was always fully engaged with her — no phone, no distraction, the complete attention of a man who had decided that this particular small person deserved every bit of it. "To the North Pole," Georgia said. "But it was too cold so he came back." "Smart penguin," George said. "He brought me a snowflake," she said. "A real one. It didn't melt." "Dream snowflakes are the best kind," George said. "The regular ones are very unreliable."

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"