We Were Dreamers Novels & Stories

We are the architects of our own destiny, the keepers of dreams, and the warriors of change. With each new day, we embark on a journey of self-discovery, an odyssey of the soul. Our hearts beat in harmony with the rhythm of life, and we are driven by an insatiable thirst for adventure. It's in the quiet moments of introspection that we find our purpose, the whisper of our true calling.

Our journey was far from over, but with each step we took, we knew we were moving closer to the world we had envisioned—a world where every individual was empowered, every voice heard, and every heart filled with hope. And so, we continued on our extraordinary journey, fueled by our unwavering belief in the power of humanity and the strength of love. Hand in hand, we faced the challenges, embraced the victories, and created a legacy that would endure long after we were gone. Our purpose was clear, our hearts were aligned, and together, we were unstoppable.

They worked tirelessly to mend the wounds of the past and create a future where every being could thrive. On the radiant moon of Elysium, a young dreamweaver named Lyra harnessed the power of dreams to unite the minds of her people. Through the hero's legacy, she discovered that the strength of unity could forge a powerful collective consciousness, where hopes and aspirations intertwined to shape their shared destiny.

Confusion laced my tone when I asked, "Jasper, do you make such thorough preparations every time someone asks you for a favor?" His expression suddenly turned serious when he turned to face me. "Actually, my feelings for you are genuine. Luna, can you please give me a chance?" My face turned a vibrant shade of red, though I couldn't be sure if it was from the sun setting in the distance or for some other reason. The sun shone brightly in the sky on the day of our wedding. Although our marriage also signified the joining of two powerful businesses, we didn't notify any media outlets, preferring to keep the ceremony under wraps.

About favorite foods. About cities we wanted to visit. About dreams we had buried long ago. Eventually we drifted back to the bed bodies still humming hearts full. Life felt possible again.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

THE ALPHA’S SOULMATE (Accept me my mate) EPISODE SIX THEME: What do they say about dreams? ️ (Avery’s Point of View) ONE WEEK LATER What do they say about dreams? The future belongs to those who believed in the beauty of their dreams. I have a dream, a big dream of becoming an engineer. I've always had that dream in my heart since I was a little girl. I strived to achieve it as I grew day-by-day. I wanted to break a record in Moonlight Pack as the first female mechanical engineer.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

"Thanks Paulie." Paul hums in response as he opens the cheese stick, handing it to Tyler with a fond smile, as Tyler instantly starts pulling the cheese into strings as Paul sticks the straw into the box. Turning my attention away from them with a smile to see a group of bikers wandering the booths toward us; making my breath hitch as I wonder if they're like 'The Gray Rebel's' and good people or like some of the rougher motorcycle clubs. I'm going to go out on a limb and say they're like 'The Gray Rebel's' since they're here at a fundraiser for runaways, orphans and LGBTQ+ kids. When the group reaches us, there are four men and three women; the three women are under the arms of three of the

It was never a dream! Gaia was such a damn skeptic, she had convinced herself despite the evidence of pain, that her time with Bash was a dream. Perhaps she didn't want to admit it was true. To admit it was true, meant accepting vampires were real, and that was just silly, or so she had always thought.