Lost Dreams Novels & Stories

They mirrored him, staring back in horror as he stood, shaking off the wires and stale air as he went. "You can't go," they were crying in union as he slipped through the net. The net designed to keep him in was all the use of a chocolate tea pot. He laughed at their cries as he took flight, flying away from their cries for his return. "Please," they cried. "If you go we will be unprotected. WE ALL NEED YOU! We will die if you Goooooo!!!" He didn't even look back as they begged and pleaded. "She needs me more," he muttered, focused only on his one true love. Her. The one. Maika.

Each second stretched, not with hesitation, but with the weight of all she might lose—or all she might release. She turned slowly, gaze falling to the lock now cracked like glass under flame. It no longer spun. It stared. The eye had widened, revealing layers beneath layers, riddled with fragments of places she’d never been but remembered as dreams that ended too early. Cities swallowed by silence. Skies carved with endless teeth. Children with her eyes, asking her why she left. The Gate didn’t show her what might be. It showed her what had already been lost to every choice she didn’t know she’d made.

Seriously, it was basically straw covered by some grimy, stained sheet of rough fabric that made me want to cry even harder. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. This was my last hope. If there was nothing on there but the Holy Bible and some obscure collection of poetry, I was fucked. But then I would have to accept that I was fucked and stop trying to search for plotholes where there were none. Then I would have to accept my fate, and instead of trying to poke holes in what I was being presented with, I would have to start trying to figure out a way to escape it.

I miss him, I won’t lie but I hate him for leaving us. We were supposed to elope together, we were supposed to live happily ever after but yet I remembered that day like it was yesterday, me patiently waiting for him by the old Rogers Bridge hoping and believing I would see my lover so we could go live our dreams and so I can also tell him the good news that I was pregnant but sadly Micheal never came. A tear slipped from my eyes but I wiped it away as soon as possible, I had made a promise never to cry over him again. Jada had his emerald green eyes, Jasmine had his curly hair.

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

The most painful thing wasn't being hated or cursed by her. It was watching her choose to treat him like a stranger, robotically interacting with him out of obligation and going through the motions with perfect memory, but with no emotions remaining. No matter what he did now, he knew she wouldn't come back. A bitter, metallic taste suddenly flooded Jonathan's mouth. Overwhelmed by the blow, he collapsed into a faint. At the same time, Eloise answered a phone call. "Lou, your grandma has been kidnapped!"

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of loss. The minutes stretched into eternity, each second a painful reminder of the life that had been stolen away so suddenly. And as I grieved, as I allowed the waves of sorrow to wash over me, I realized that sometimes dreams had a way of transcending the boundaries of sleep, seeping into the realm of reality with a cruelty that was hard to comprehend.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

"I've always had these fragmented dreams – images, voices, places I've never been. Could those be memories from my past life?" I reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Maybe they're not just dreams. Maybe they're pieces of a larger puzzle." He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "A vast city cloaked in shadows, a crystal-clear lake mirroring the night sky, a melody echoing in the wind... they’ve always felt too real to be just dreams." Elena's eyes lit up with recognition. "I’ve read about such a city in ancient scripts. Legend speaks of a lost city named Lys'tral, hidden from the world, where the veil between realms is at its thinnest."

No arm draping across my waist like it had the night before. No whispered goodnight. No silent apology. Just me. Alone with my fear. Alone with the memories of everything we’d almost had — and everything we stood to lose. At some point, I drifted into a restless sleep. And when I dreamed, it wasn’t of sunshine or laughter or all the little stolen moments we’d built between the cracks. It was of glass breaking. Of rooms full of strangers whispering behind manicured hands. Of Reid standing at the other end of a long, endless hallway.