Maid Dream Novels & Stories

Talia had another dream. Well, most of the Gods and Goddess dream. It's part of the whole legacy. Her dreams were usually ordinary or boring, or sometimes she woke up forgetting them altogether. But that's different tonight. The moon princess woke up in a cold sweat, out of breath and panting hard as she bolt upright in her bed. She's scared, terrified, absolutely hysterical over her dream. Talia didn't remember much, but what she did remember was fire. The colours of orange and yellow burning away and destroying something pure. Again no recollection whatsoever of the object it destroyed but its beautiful, sacred and angelic.

I almost said no. But this is Dane. My mate. “I dreamed a woman,” I said quiet. “Silver hair. Gray eyes. She sang to me. Two little boys played near.” Dane waited. “It felt real, Dane. Like a memory. But I do not know her. Why dream her?” “Sometimes dreams are only dreams,” he said soft. “Head making pictures.” “Maybe.” But I did not think so. He pulled me close. I went happy into his warm. “If it comes again and still hurts,” he said, “we ask Elder Miriam. She knows dreams.”

*** "Haa...." A girl immediately covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned. "Stop it if you don't want to get into trouble." Darice whispered while elbowing her friend. "I'm so sleepy Haa." Ana yawned again at the end of the sentence. Darice glared. "Are you crazy? We're in Prof. Adams' class."

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

Damie island was a private island as far as she could recall, what would a private island be having a resort for. She collected her stuff in the office and trotted to the out "miss, please," one of the blackguards gave a sign. She quietly entered the car. They reached a place where the car came to a halt." miss please" she followed him to the helicopter. Emma was more than happy, her worries flew away immediately she realized the helicopter before them on the vase land. The place seems like a field, the grasses were as green as a tropical forest. The greenfield made her picture the most attractive eyes she has ever seen, the thought of it made her smile.

he shouted, snapping his finger up. . DHARRR .... DHARRR .... DHARRR .... . There was a loud bang and a brighter flash of light. And read the writing on the sidelines of the fireworks sparks, ~ KUSUMA & MAHARANI FOREVER ~ Ooooh.... I feel like flying. Feel so loved. There is no most beautiful feeling for a woman, other than being loved by her mate. My vision started to blur with tears of joy. I am Maharani. Currently the happiest woman on earth.

In this mystical world where reality and dreams intertwined, she found solace, joy, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and storytelling reigned supreme. In the heart of the dream realm, Mama Hazel found herself surrounded by a chorus of whispers and laughter, a symphony of creativity that pulsed with the energy of unspoken tales and untold secrets. The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her.

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete

Tears were still running down her cheeks between the pain in her ass and the dream she was having. The same dream came back in her sleep, she didn't understand why it had been haunting her lately. At first she didn't think much of the dream and thought of it as a sleeping flower. But now she began to feel bad because Jessica always appeared in the dream. She felt that this woman was dangerous. Sophia felt another soft stroke on her cheek, who else but Oliver was the culprit. The next second Sophia felt her body being pulled, her head touching Oliver's broad chest and feeling the man's warm embrace.