Once Upon A Dream By Emily Osment Novels & Stories

Lauren 'Who would have thought that there was no champion at all, I should have investigated about it beforehand and I wouldn't have been so disappointed' Lauren closes his eyes as he falls asleep.

I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one yet! With love, Josie ✨

Dream Weaver ~~~ 1986 Oshey was sitting on the back porch smoking a cigarette when the door opened behind her. The young woman was lost in thought. Between the nightmares and the cop's sudden appearance, Oshey was confused beyond belief. The only point in her life she was not uncertain about was Quinn. Since meeting him, Oshey knew what peace could feel like. She closed her eyes, blowing smoke out of her nose when she heard him clear his throat. "I don't want to talk right now, Quinn."

He knew of no other vampire that could do that, and he kept that a bit of a secret too. To Dominic’s fascination, he found himself back at the school looking for that little red head. There was something about her that he could not shake or put his finger on. In fact, he had a wild dream, just last night about her. He didn’t sleep much or need too. He didn’t dream much either. Although this reminded him of when he had been human. He saw her in full glorious color, she was feisty, in a bit of a bind. He woke up feeling as though he needed to warn her. “Well, that was unexpected!”

Sinclair drop Brenda off this morning? Brenda's face swung between red and ghostly pale as the whispers spread like wildfire. She fumbled with her phone, trying to call David. No matter how many times she dialed, the line stayed dead. The murmurs only grew louder, and tears started to spill from her eyes. I didn't feel an ounce of pity. Not after what they'd done to me in my previous life. Instead, I leaned in, twisting the knife. "Can't get through to Daddy? Maybe try Mommy." I let my smirk widen. "Oh, right. She just got fired—and slapped a few times. I'm sure she has a moment to pick up."

As she nestled against him, seeking comfort in the warmth of his body, Emilia began to experience strange and vivid dreams. In these dreams, twisted creatures roamed eerie landscapes, their haunting whispers echoing her name. Each night, the line between dream and reality blurred further, the darkness seeping into her thoughts even as she lay safely in Ryder's arms. Despite the terror that lurked in her subconscious, she found a bittersweet solace in Ryder's presence, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against the chaos. One night, she woke up to find herself standing in front of the mirror, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. She was horrified to see her own reflection warped and distor

As the coaster climbed toward the top, I opened my eyes and reached over for my girlfriend's hand. What I saw was her fingers laced through my best friend's. Her thumb moved slowly across the back of his hand. A signal. Steady. I've got you. "Avery, I'm scared," I said quietly. She didn't answer me. She only held on to him tighter. Avery has a hearing impairment. Her left ear doesn't pick things up clearly. But every time the three of us went anywhere, she kept him on her right, tilting her head up to catch him, answering every single thing he said. I stood on her left, and it was like standing on the other side of a galaxy. The coaster started down again, and I closed my eyes, and m

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

This morning, they didn’t help. The dream still clung to me. Not images exactly, more like impressions. A forest that wasn’t Silvercrest. Trees that leaned inward. A moon that felt closer than it should have been. And the feeling of standing on four legs without knowing how I knew that was wrong. I pressed my palm to my chest. My wolf stirred, not fully awake, not asleep either. It felt like she was listening to something I couldn’t hear. A knock came, gentle. “Emily,” Grandma’s voice called through the door. “Are you awake?”

Jack quickly added: "Emily is already mine, I will not accept any other girl but her." Emily lowered her head, glints of doubt in her eyes. Is the good thing really happening to me or are they just acting for me, could this be just a dream. When she wakes up from her dream, nothing like this will ever happen again. Then she really hoped that she would never wake up again, then everything would be as good as it is now. Before leaving, Jack also gave Mr and Mrs Oort some money. Sitting in the car Emily still couldn't believe it was real. Is Jack really that good? Did he accept her as his wife? Is that true?