Once Upon A Dream By Emily Osment Novels & Stories

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

“Things at home haven't been great, my father and I keep pushing each other and I know at the end of the day one of us has to give, but one thing I know for sure is that it's definitely not going to be me. You know I had a dream last night, a dream that I wished would be real but I know would never happen. We were in our house and I was pregnant and I was so excited that we were having a baby, but then the door to our room opened and about five tiny kids ran into our room and jumped on the bed, they were all miniature versions of you and me, I guess we were well on our way to having those ten kids but then I woke up and I wanted more than anything to live in that dream because it was way be

But sleep, when it finally came, brought no peace. In her dream, she was back at the Caldwell mansion. But this time, she wasn't the broken woman being thrown out in the rain. She was standing in the main hallway, watching a younger version of herself being humiliated by Emily and Lora. The scene played out exactly as she remembered, but now she was trapped as an observer, unable to help or intervene. "Look at her," Emily's voice echoed through the dream. "So pathetic. So trusting. She never saw what was coming."

She pulled away and looked at me "My dream" "Come on, are you blaming yourself now? His death must have been a coincidence with your dream" I tried to believe as much as possible. "Let's go home" *** "Lunch is ready sweetie" mom called and I jumped out smiling. She carried a tray of cookies in her hands, walking towards me but she suddenly jerked and the tray fell off her hands to the floor, the cookies lettered all over her feet.

Maddox held her hands in his and kneeled before her. His eyes glazed with raw emotion as he stared at her. Esme grinned knowingly while Deborah gasped with pleasure. But Iris stared at the gorgeous man before her. Was he proposing? It couldn’t be. After what she had gone through, she considered herself God’s unloved child. She had never been lucky. Then how did God fulfil her dreams this time? “Oh!” she gasped and stood in a daze, placing a hand on her thumping heart.

Minutes later she was still awake, she couldn't sleep knowing those freaks can come in her room anytime they please. "I see you can't sleep" Chassy immediately got up and looked at her study table cause it's where the voice came from. She was breathing heavily. "Who are you?" Chassy asked. "You don't have to be afraid, lady. I'm only here to be friends with you. My names is Frost" A smirk plaster on Frost's face. It seems like this girl, clearly has no idea. "Friends? Look, this is really weird! Why dont you just go home and tell that kid that I don't need his help and I take it back," Chassy replied still holding the thick book.

**Emily’s POV** Last night, after my encounter with Ethan and Sophia, I had a dream. A very weird dream. In it, I saw my mother, as beautiful as always, clad in a gorgeous flowing dress. She stood tall in the light, taller than I had ever seen her in my whole life. Not only that, but she also held a large sword in her hand, it shone brightly in the sunlight. For an instant, I had assumed she would give it to me as I ran towards her.

With a quiet sigh, I surrendered to the promise of dreams, hoping that they would hold a glimpse of the woman who had captured not only my heart but my very soul. In the realm of dreams, a world where reality blended seamlessly with imagination, Emily's presence enveloped me. The ethereal landscapes shifted and morphed, painting a vivid backdrop for the woman who had become the center of my thoughts. She stood before me, her eyes a brilliant reflection of the moonlight that bathed us in its glow. Her smile was a balm to my restless heart, soothing the ache that had lingered since her disappearance.

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.