Lost Dreams Novels & Stories

They waited to see what’s gonna happen. “See, nothing happened. I told you guys it was just a fearless game” she said. “Yeah, it’s still creepy to me. It came all the way from the water and it’s f*cking dry inside. How is that even possible?” One of the girls yelled and stood up. She was packing her things. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. “Hold on, I thought we would spend the night here?” Emma asked. “Not anymore. Haven’t you seen in movies and books when some teenagers uncover some hidden truth behind a book or break a spell? I don’t want that to happen to me. I’m leaving, who’s coming with me?”

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

I practically fall into the bed and roll to my back. The fluorescent lights flicker as it gets harder and harder to lift our eyelids open between blinks. Next thing I know I'm surrounded by empty, black, nothingness. Time seems to race and crawl at the same time. I'm not sure how long I've been here till a light shines behind me and I turn to look. As the light grows I find myself staring at the same fluorescent lights as before. "Honour, are you there?" I hear Hetty speak. Our mouth moving, but I can't feel it.

As darkness fills the world, A choice he must make, One that will destroy his soul, He must not hesitate, If the choice is not made, Destiny will choose, It is up to him to decide, Which love he must lose. I'm shaking, trying to wake up. A feeling of dread filling my mind. A voice sounds, something breaking me out of my dream, "Armina, Armina" a voice I love, a light in my darkness. The memory of my dream fading as I open my eyes to the colour of icy blue.

He shouted as I walked away, "Fine, I had a slight thing for her. I was under so much stress starting my company, and you were busy with school, not around all the time. But believe me, you're the one I love most. Even when I misunderstood you, I never wanted to break up. I was going to propose after graduation." "Enough!" I cut in. "Don't you get it? The moment your heart strayed, we were done. You're just easing your guilt now. Even without her, there'd be others. If we got married, it'd only end in divorce because of your cheap character." ... Shawn choked out, "I'm sorry, Scarlett." Pain took hold of him. He couldn't say more. I faced him one last time. "I loved you once and gave you eve

Back then, my head was full of love, like a dream made of cotton candy. Who could have guessed that I would return here three years later—not in a wedding dress, not hand in hand with him, with smiles on our faces, but quietly moving through empty aisles. Jason didn't say a word. He just watched as I wandered through the church. His eyes darkened, as if finally understanding something. To be honest, he looked worse than I did. He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over.

she stammered. "You do," Zavian said with quiet certainty. "You've felt it your entire life. The sense you're living someone else's existence, playing a role that doesn't quite fit. The dreams you can't remember but leave you aching when you wake. The certainty that somewhere out there is something you've lost, something you need to find." Tears sprang to her eyes because every word he spoke resonated with truth she'd tried so hard to deny. The dreams were the worst part. Fragments of images and sensations that faded the moment she woke but left her feeling bereft, as though she'd lost something precious all over again.

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

All your pores and demons will be laid out for all to see. This is how broken-hearted men feel all the time. Even if he tries to sleep it off like a human, he’ll only prolong the numbness and meld one false dream into the next. With no concern for time in the outside world because it feels like everything has dropped dead on their tracks, he’ll chase dreams of Oriana disappearing into a crowd – not staying in one place no matter what he tells her – and the pillows will be stained with a moistness he has never really understood and will never be able to understand.

Massimo’s arm draped over her waist, his thumb tracing the fresh scar. For the first time in years, Talana felt stillness. Yet even here, in the sanctuary carved from rock and flame, she knew peace was an illusion. Dreams haunted her when sleep finally claimed her. Dreams of crates marked Project Lazarus, of Isla’s wide eyes, of Don Bianchi’s whisper: empires are built on corpses. She woke before dawn, the sky bruised with violet. Massimo slept beside her, but his hand twitched even in rest, as though he too was haunted. She pressed her lips to his temple, a silent vow.