Haunted By Dreams Novels & Stories

I fell to my death from the 33rd floor. I died with my eyes open. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened. But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.

They sounded frightened. Every night since the battle, my dreams had begun to twist… threads of light tangling with shadows I didn’t recognize. I would see faces, old and new, flickering like ghosts in the darkness. Morwein’s laughter, faint but familiar. Flames licking the edges of the woods. And then… my own reflection, eyes glowing too bright, power humming too deep.

It seemed that in this life, he was truly anxious. Anxious for me to go back to him. Anxious for me to lower my head and make peace. Expressionless, I blocked them both. When I looked up, Miles was still standing where he was. His head remained lowered as he lightly brushed the fluffy fringe on the sofa. Looking at him like that, an idea suddenly came to me. “However,” I said slowly. “You did embarrass me today.” Miles jerked his head up, panic flashing through his eyes. “Would you like to think about how you’re going to make it up to me?”

Grey that is the color of dreams, the color of nightmares. My nightmares mantled me like a thorny cloak, like an adamant bloodstain- they were constant. I did leave those monsters 22 years ago, but, the scars they gave me- it never left my mind. I had demons, so many of them, haunting me, nagging me. My traumas were constant, reveling in my misery. My eyes wandered to a void as I felt this weird hollowness in my chest, a feeling that had been with me since forever.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

She would desperately attempt to run, to scream, but either the land would crumble beneath her feet, swallowing her whole in the world, until she woke up gasping for air. The dreams haunted her daily, tormenting her with the reality of the world outside the realm of sleep. Gilly's spirit seemed to linger in the edges of reality sewn into the very fabric that would keep the pack whole. She saw haunts of her in reflections-a fast glimpse of white hair in the window, an alabaster hand grazing the bark of a tree, eyes glaring at her from the crown of the rippling river. Once in a while, and gradually more frequently, there would come the sound of her name-followed by a clever little unspoken win

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

Yet here, in this quiet morning light, Damian’s mother was becoming something she had never known: a guiding presence. Still, beneath her joy, a ghost stirred. She remembered her dreams, those visions that came to her in whispers of sleep. They had always been cruel, showing her flashes of darkness she couldn’t fight. Blood on marble floors, laughter that turned to screams, love stolen just when she reached for it. And sometimes, in the middle of all this happiness, fear gripped her: what if the dreams returned? What if fate had only given her this calm so it could rip it away again?

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.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.