Once Upon A Dream By Emily Osment Novels & Stories

She almost thought his eyes fluttered open but she thought it to be nothing. Carefully, she removed her hand from his hair and laid back down with her hands above his, memorizing his features all over again, hoping to notice when he woke. She didn't even notice when her eyes shut and she went into slumber again. __ He dreamt about her soothing touch, unconsciously smiling in his sleep. His body craved her touch more than he imagined. He adjusted in his sleep again. He began to wake reluctantly, never wanting to leave the fairytale dream he was having.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she continued, "I was in an open field, and I felt a storm coming in. So I walked to it and into our old house. I stepped through the door and into the set of a film I did last year. During one of the scenes, Kris appeared. She was angry and started trying to fight with Emily. You remember Emily, right? She was my co-star in the Western film. Well, we got kicked off set, and that's when I woke up." "That sounds intense," Elena replied. "I had a dream about Kris last night, too. I was getting a tattoo, and in the end, it got very heated. Not fighting, but, you know." "Ah," Liz' eyebrows raised. "Was it good, at least?" Elena blushed, remembering every detail.

It was as if she had been transported in time to five years ago. That was before everything came crashing down when the room was still filled with traces of their romance. With the passing of time, what has happened cannot be changed anymore. No matter how hard they tried to fix things, they could never go back to the way they once were. After the long journey, a wave of fatigue came over her. She briefly washed up before settling into the bed. The scent of ebony nested deep inside the mattress swarmed her nose. It was not an intense scent but it was quite distinct.

“I don’t even have the words.” “You don’t need to,” he said. They sat together at the table, their tea warming between them. Emilia opened the book, her fingers brushing reverently over the delicate inscription inside. “To the dreamer. – J.A.” The ink was faded but real. “I don’t deserve this,” she said quietly. Max leaned in. “That’s where you’re wrong.” For a while, they sat in silence, sipping tea, surrounded by centuries of stories. Then Emilia opened the book again, cleared her throat, and began to read.

I apologized, promising it wouldn't happen again. That evening, a letter arrived. There was a Centurion card and a note from Damian. His handwriting was heavy with regret. He offered the card as compensation, vowing never to disturb me again. "Too little, too late," Valerie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Keep the card, though. He owes you that much. Use it to fund our startup. Rise on his back." I smiled, nodding. "Yeah." For the following days, we dove into work.

You don't mind, do you? I stared at the cheap trick, finding it ridiculous, and immediately locked my phone screen. Once upon a time, I believed Julius was my entire world. For him, I had given up my dream of becoming a professional dancer. Yet now, with surprising calmness, I opened the Rusco Ballet Academy’s website, completed an application form, and purchased a plane ticket for seven days later to Rusco. Even after midnight, Julius still hadn’t come home. Just when I thought he wasn’t coming back at all, my phone suddenly rang.

How are you, Myung-dae? Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this? Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade.... Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

Emma I dreamt a beautiful dream, which was as it was almost true, I could see ourselves living together in a small town, in a nice house with a white fence, we had a pool, a small garden in the back yard of the house and green grass in front of the house. There was a rocking chair on the front deck of the house and inside everything was well-toned and arranged. I woke up and saw Oliver sleeping peacefully next to me, I smiled gently kissed him, turned around, and continued sleeping. The next day Alice knocked on the bedroom door and she woke us up. I got up and got my robe dressed so I went to the door to unlock it. I unlocked the door and Alice entered panicking.

“It happens anytime I think about Dad, the dreams were always the same, I would be in the back seat and you would drop me at Uncle Robert's house, but yesterday's dream was different this time, you didn't drop me off, I followed you and Dad and the car started to roll off the cliff and there was this man… or at least, a shadow of a man. I couldn’t see his face, but he was coming toward us in the light, it seemed like he was trying to help me.” She reached out, touching my hand. “You know you can talk to me about anything, Emily. But maybe you should see someone. Dreams like this… they might mean something.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, Mom. It’s just a dream, nothing more, I'll