Strange The Dreamer Series Novels & Stories

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’

The strange dreams was to blame for this. I had not felt like myself since the day of my anniversary. Ten days had passed and the nightmares had gone, only to be replaced by the strangest dreams. I was no longer a thirteen year old but Luna Keira. The hallway was no longer dark but brightly lit, though silent as a graveyard. Rather than an attack, an assault was what I suffered. One I didn't like to wake up from. The dreams were purely illicit. The male's face was obscured but I knew him by his fierce purple eyes. He was not just any male but a beast.

His cock strains his pants and when he closes the door behind him and locks it, my pussy clenches so hard around Dante’s cock that he groans. “Your friend Jade booked two,” Dante says against my ear. His cock still buried inside me. “She said you deserved the full fantasy.” The blond walks over. Stands beside the couch. Close enough that I can smell him – clean, sharp, different from Dante. He looks at me – riding Dante, my tits out, the tiara catching the light, a stranger’s cock deep in my pussy. “I’m Cole,” he says. Like this is a normal introduction. “Happy almost-wedding.”

“Hey, Miss Dreamer, what’s up?” “Don’t you dare call me that!” she grumbled, clearly still on edge from the bizarre experience. Jean raised an eyebrow. “My case is getting far from normal, you know? I swear I saw the guy from my dream earlier. I talked to him for real, but my mind keeps telling me it was just another dream. Isn’t that insane?” “Yes, you are crazy, maybe,” Jean said teasingly, “But seriously, come back to reality, okay? I think you need a break from all this dreamy stuff.”

I almost sit up but fail and fall on the pillow back. "Hey, what's wrong?" Mr. Stranger is here. "You are sweating. Did you have any scary dreams?" He is wiping out my sweat. "Yeah, my familiar dream." I will stop to continue it. Maybe he understood and stopped his question. "It's okay. It happens." He intends to leave. I call him back, "Mr. Stranger." "Yes." He turns back. "Thank you." I give him a smile. "Why?" He cups my cheek.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

Mr Spielberg asked, his brows creased in curiosity. “Yes, perhaps you have an idea of whom it might be because he looked exactly like Mr Montero, but what was the girl with red hair doing at his palace?” “It's a meaningless dream. Mr Montero has no daughter, and he stays in no palace,” Mrs Spielberg stated. Charles shrugged his shoulder. He dares not tell them that the red-headed girl has been appearing in his dreams for the past few months. “Is there something else you need to tell us about the dream? You know I can't interpret a real meaning to it if you don't remember most part of it,” Mr Hensworth uttered.

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

She asked and they stared at her confusedly "How do you mean?" Amma questioned. "I don't know, I just keep having this strange dream that someone always sleeps and cuddle me at night, I thought maybe it was my imagination not until it kept repeating itself". she said. " Really? You don't know who the person is?" Lucy asked and Maya tossed her head. "That's strange". Linda said. " I don't think that is strange, it is not your imagination or a dream". Andrea said and turned to her.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh