Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

It had been five years since their favorite daughter and Sebastian's most beloved sister killed me! Just then, I felt a twinge in my heart. Ah, it turned out that our hearts would also feel pain even after we died.

Emilia Peyton "Mum, no please, no, Daddy no..." I scream as I wake up sweating profusely. I feel the tears on my face as I realize that it was another nightmare. This has been happening every night since the incident from that dreadful night 15 years ago. I know I should have forgotten the incident considering how long it has been but the image of that night is still fresh in my head, almost like it happened just yesterday. I check my phone and realize it's still 6am, which means I have two hours to prepare for work. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I take my clothes off and stand in front of the mirror. I sigh as I take in my appearance.

Wesley dropped his pen and watched her. “Maybe you were too tired to think of it.” He took back his pen. Eve shook her head, she doubts it, and never had it happened for the past five years. It felt weird, she didn’t even remember not waking up from the nightmare. “Are you listening?” She nodded.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I tried to understand what he was saying. “Tell me what you know.” “Ask me what you want to know,” he instead said. “What did you see about the future?” “Way back on my fifth birthday, I had a dream. It was my mom, my dad, my brother, and everyone from my pack was lying on the ground bathed with their blood. None of them were breathing.” I did not see it coming. “Why?”

"How did you know that I had that nightmare just now?" He lifted his head and thought about it for several seconds. "Mommy has nightmare every few days, how can I not know about it?" Hailey robbed his head with a smile, she smiled coldly. She had been having that nightmare over and over again for the past five years. Everytime she slept soundly, she would be woken up by that nightmare and then she would feel restless that day. It has been five years, when she thought she had forgotten about the past, that nightmare would come to remind her of the pain she felt in the past over and over again.

May's POV Waking up in the morning finds me warm, too warm. I look around me and find that I am wrapped up in the warm embrace of two werewolves. I look into the eyes of the one I'm facing as she smiles in her sleep. She looks so peaceful. I wonder what she is dreaming of? Just as I start to wonder what she's dreaming of, the man behind me whispers in my ear, "She's dreaming of a five-way." I slowly turn myself so I'm facing him. I could feel his naked cock against my clothed ass and was thinking he was just asleep. "Oh, that's right. You can read everyone you're linked to, well their minds, anyway."

It was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

We lay there a while longer in comfortable silence, the palace quiet around us, the whole enormous, impossible day finally settling into something I could actually believe was real. "I keep waiting to wake up," I admitted quietly, into the dark. "Some part of me still expects to open my eyes and find myself back in that room, sitting between two beds, and discover all of this was just an exhausted, desperate dream." Victor's hand found my jaw gently, tilting my face toward his. "You're not dreaming." "I know. I just—" I let out an unsteady breath. "Five years is a long habit to break. I don't think my heart's quite caught up to my head yet."

He tightens his arms, but they close around nothing. She is gone. The sheets are still tangled where she lay, but even her warmth is fading. Then his eyes fly open. Dawn has barely reached the bedroom. He stares at the empty side of the bed, sweat in his hair, desire from the dream already twisting into anger. “Fuck.” Five years. Five years of the same damn dream. Adrian throws back the covers and crosses the cold floor barefoot. The bathroom door slams behind him. The shower comes on. After a while, a low, restrained breath breaks through the rush of water.

I leave everything behind and move halfway across the world to Alverra for Richard Leigh. Five years later, I still don't have permanent residency. Every application I submit gets rejected. Meanwhile, Mia Ferguson, the fake heiress living with us, gets approved in just three months. Richard even hires an immigration lawyer to fast-track her case. Eventually, I can't take the disappointment anymore, and I tell him I want to go home. Richard panics. He pulls me into his arms, crying as he begs me to stay. "Janet, you're my wife. You'll get permanent residency sooner or later. But Mia's different. She has no one. If she doesn't get permanent residency, she could be deported at any time. Pl