My Dream Book Novels & Stories

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.

Unfortunately, it was also very popular at the moment and sold out quickly. He thanked the woman and left to look at other books. He looked pensive at the books. “What is it, Keenan?” Dawn asked him when she found him this way. “I was looking for a book but they don’t have it. It got sold out.” “What’s the title of the book?” “Spell of the Lonely Dream.” Dawn was taken aback. ‘Of all books, you want to read the book I have written.’ “I got a copy, I’ll bring it on Monday.”

She could watch her face now, then slowly took a deep breath. "Here," muttered Ha Mino making Lee Umji turn her head to look at the man. Lee Umji can see Ha Mino holding up a familiar script for a novel. Her eyes were rounded and then walked closer to the back of the table, beside Ha Mino. "Isn't this supposed to be with Park Jini. She said she would judge it," said Umji reading the title of the novel Daydream. "Didn't you also mention this and ... I said that this manuscript is now in Park Jini's hands," continued Lee Umji, grabbing the Daydream script from Ha Mino's hands and then opening the contents. She reads them to determine if the manuscripts are the same or different.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

“And don’t trust anyone. Not even me.” Not even him. That line kept playing on repeat like a broken music box. Not. Even. Me. And still, I had it. Hidden inside a hollowed-out section of my favorite book, a beat-up edition of Wuthering Heights. Ironic, maybe. I always thought Heathcliff was mad. Now I wasn’t sure if Julian wasn’t too. Or if I was. Because the dreams had started again. Flashes of white rooms. Needles. Wires humming in the dark.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

“I think you’d be prettier if you didn’t hide your face behind a book.” I placed the book on my thigh and stared at Azrael who had a gentle smile on his face before he moved closer. “What about your partner?” Azrael asked as I shook my head. “What’s the name of the book you’re reading?” Azrael asked as I stared at the book. “Dreams and Nightmares by Sidney Raul.” I replied. “What’s it about?” Azrael asked.