The Dream Weaver Novels & Stories

LYRA* I'm not sure how long I have been in this dream world of mine. I think I will stay here, though. Who wants to go back to a broken brain and a broken body. Not me, that is for sure. I am content right here in my mystical fairyland filled with creatures you only read about in books and watched in movies. The only time I was out of this dream was when Vega was here. Once she left, I went right back into my dream state, a place where unicorns, dragons, centaurs, fairies, mermaids, and even creatures like werewolves and other shifter beings resided.

Too quiet. I sighed and got up, grabbing my school uniform from the chair where I’d left it last night. After slipping it on, I brushed my hair into a ponytail and looked at my reflection. My eyes looked a little puffy, probably from not sleeping well. And maybe—just maybe—because I’d dreamed about Archer. Again. I quickly pushed that thought away.

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 ✨

Eventually, Serena came to my new company to invite me back to the Everton Group, but now that I had achieved financial freedom, why would I return to endure her mistreatment? After days of being turned away at my door, Serena finally gave up and returned to clean up the mess herself. Unfortunately, with the company’s former core staff and technical experts gone, no one was willing to come back. The Everton Group suffered severe setbacks and could only maintain a mediocre existence, far from its former glory. As for Quinn, Serena expelled her from the family and even forbade her from seeing her son. Having basked in temporary power, Quinn now found herself cast out. Resentful, she took to li

Not getting a scholarship wasn't really her fault, After the separation of their parents, her Mom and them had, had less to feed from and they had to starve for many hours of the day. Luckily, Her late Mom was a writer, a good one. She put her talent into action and with the little she gained from selling out her books, she was able to feed themselves and pull the children through highschool. As years went by, Mrs. Mateo, along side with an Author friend of hers, worked together to build a Minor book cooperative Company, But Mrs. Mateo wasn't getting much from there and her book selling was no longer enough to take her children to college.

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

"It's called a somnium beast. They only exist in the dream realm, and they're what my father forced me to create to help him take out those who opposed him." "You created that thing?" I demand, unable to believe what I'm hearing. "How?" "I'm a dream weaver, remember?" Nodding, I begin to recall when I first met Barren and he explained how dream walking worked. There were four different types of dream walkers: observers, travelers, benders, and weavers.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”