My Dream Book Novels & Stories

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll see Nixie and the others again, and they can explain better what they were saying in my dream. As I was about to lay my head down, I saw the tip of the book. "Oh, goddess please let it be the book," I mumbled a prayer, as my hope was suddenly renewed. And just like I prayed, it turned out that the book was under the pillow Leland gave me. It took a lot of restraint on my end for me not to scream out in Joy.

I bend down and pick the novel to examine it, flipping it to the front because it had fallen with the front cover facing the ground At the sight of the cover, a loud gasp leaves my mouth. I rub my eyes and use the sleeve of my shirt to clean the cover, just to make sure I'm not imagining it. The book I had been searching for all this while, was right under my nose. The symbol, the eye, everything. It's all the same. My my memory of the book was accurate, and so was the remembrance of the symbol in my dream. This means that my dream must be connected to this book.

⸻ Every dream needed one. ⸻ Without endings… Nothing had meaning. 💔 ⸻ Yet she couldn’t accept it. ⸻ She loved the dream too much. ⸻ She loved everyone too much. ⸻ She couldn’t let them disappear. ⸻ 🌙 The First Theft The memory shattered. 💥 ⸻ Back in the library… Nyra looked down at the black book. 📖🖤 ⸻ Then finally admitted the truth. ⸻

"It's nothing, just a scratch—" But before I could finish my words, my vision went black. Days of exhaustion and running around had finally caught up with me, and I fainted. When I woke, I was lying in Wayne's private lounge. My wound had already been bandaged, but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up to grab my phone, and my eyes fell on a notebook on his desk. Curiosity made me flip it open. Every page was filled with Wayne's handwriting. 'Naomi likes sour food. After meals, take her for a walk to help with digestion.'

Of course, it didn't help being in an all boys school where sex education, in those days, was all about basic biological facts dryly laid out in a text book (apart from of course the well thumbed copy of the Joy of Sex that was passed around amongst the older students. It wasn't until much later in life when I was browsing a second-hand bookstore that I first began to learn about the sub-culture (pun very much intended!) that had dominated those early wet dreams of mine. I happened to pick up an adult version of the story of sleeping beauty that was anything but an innocent! fairy tale As I read through the book I realised that these were my earliest erotic fantasies brought to life by a far

The reference books you'll get in the library just behind my cabin. Anamika was looking for her working place where she could keep her bag and start the work. Ravi told her that her desk will be put in his cabin only because together they have to work so it'll be convenient for both of them. So till the time her desk was placed, she left her bag and her mobile on the chair and took the pen from the pen holder and letter pad from the table and said,'' before I start my work can you just brief me up regarding the company please." Ravi was waiting and testing her, she passed the first test, he motioned her to sit and briefed her with their case. By the time she was making notes of what he was s

Authors Note. Hey Readers! I am happy to be here! I am now writing one of my dream books! It's dedicated to all girls. Especially the ones who are suffering from gender stereotypes. Don't worry, you aren't alone. To the Dreamers. Never give up on your dream no matter the situation you are in. Go for it! If you can think it then you can do it! And here I present to you, My book titled, Persistence! A story of a girl who believed in the beauty of her dreams.