The Dream Weaver Novels & Stories

No matter what she pleaded after that—even when she wept, admitted she was wrong, swore she never wanted to let me go, and begged for a second chance—I didn't flinch for a second. Some wounds are simply too deep to ever be made right. The End

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

When they had blessed the union, he made sure that he came to her with a hand-carved box with his mother’s wedding ring. Daniel wanted Emma for himself, so he walked into Edwin’s dreams one night, but he was surprised to find Emma there watching Edwin with a soft dreamy smile. Edwin had been dreaming about Emma and their life together. Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease.

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."

Was this a dream? “What is it, Gemma? What are thinking about?” “Am I dreaming, Declan?” “Oh, my sweet wife… You’re not.” “Are you sure?” As a reply, he took Gemma in his arms, pulled her against him, and trapped her mouth with his. Declan’s lips opened over hers in an erotic, thorough, mind-stealing kiss. And just like that, all thoughts vanished. “Darling…” he whispered against her mouth. “We’re here… I've waited so long for you… I imagined this moment over and over again… But reality beats my imagination.”

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

Gold, silver, and blue lights began to drift down like a rain of stars. Each speck glowed with a dreamy light, bathing the city in a brilliant sea of color. My breath caught. It was too beautiful. But a bitter sadness quickly followed. Two months ago. In that ridiculous dream. I had leaned against his chest, stupidly describing my romantic fantasies. "My biggest dream is to see a meteor shower fall just for me," I had laughed playfully. The man had kissed my hair. His voice raspy. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky."