Weird Dreamcore Novels & Stories

And now, apparently, my subconscious had decided to turn him into the star of my—ugh—erotic dream. I buried my face deeper into the pillow and groaned again. “Damn it,” I whispered. No matter how hard I tried to push it out of my head, the dream kept replaying itself in bits and pieces. His voice. His smirk. The way he’d said, we’re going to have a lot of fun together. My stomach flipped at the thought, and I hated it. I hated that it made me feel anything at all. I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket up to my chin. Maybe if I just went back to sleep, I could forget about it. But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t. Because now, every time I saw him, I’d remember this.

His lame excuse just made me feel hollow. Afraid I'd be hurt? Then why cheat? Worried about my feelings? Then why shove birth control down my throat? What a joke. Joshua Merck—the guy's got zero shame. I let out a bitter laugh, watching guilt squirm across his face. Seeing the guilt and unease on his face, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "For years, I barely slept—stressed out, hair falling out in clumps—losing my mind over not having a baby. Do you have any idea what that did to me?

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

My curly hair was in a state of disarray from repeatedly running my fingers through them. Truth be told, I felt worse than how I looked. My whole body ached and I was tired all the time. All I felt like doing was crawling into bed and sleeping. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was pregnant. But the doctor had said I couldn't get pregnant until after a month of removing the coil. It would take my body some time to acclimatise to the removal. Ever since Eyare travelled, I had met with Geoffrey, but our dalliances had stopped as soon as Eyare got back . . .except that time at the launch when he took me by force.

JADE I was having a really cool dream where Chris Hemsworth, my only and absolute celebrity crush, was feeding me strawberries in a bathtub full of raw milk, when a cold drop of water smacked me square in the forehead. I opened one eye, very certain that the roof of the exquisite bathroom in my fantasy could not be leaking. I wasn’t that damaged yet. And thank God I did, how else would I have caught it so easily? My bedroom ceiling had grown a dark, angry stain overnight, and it was crying on me, straight on to my bed. It woke me up immediately.

I bent down slowly to pick the dirt and it was so real, one would thinkI was actually outside with my bedpost but it had to be a dream because there was no way I would get kidnapped with my bed post and not realize it. Installs I felt a prick on My chest as it was slowly hurting very gradually and I was beginning to feel heat emanate from there. I pulled off my shirt and saw my scare was slowly flowing on its own. I had not touched it but it was glowing and it scared me. It had to be a dream. It had to be a dream! Dreams have long been a source of fascination amongst werewolves and the mystery has been attributed to many things, often serving as a window into our subconscious minds.

Someone needs to confiscate my hormones and reboot my brain. “Is this normal?” I muttered, swiping sweaty hair out of my face. “Like… Do people have this issue? Supernatural stress-induced sex dreams about guys who literally threatened to murder each other over you before lunch?” I looked down at my chains, snorted, and rolled my eyes. “I need a support group. Or an exorcism. Or both.” I flopped back on the pillow, covered my face, and let out a long, dramatic groan. “If this is what Avenmoor does to your head after one day, no wonder half these people look like they haven’t slept since the Bronze Age.”

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Body shaking and drenched in sweat, he glanced around the dark, empty room. “It was just a dream,” he whispered, trembling. “Thank the gods. Just a dream.” The same dream again. He'd had this dream for months now. He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Why do I keep having such a scary nightmare?” It terrified Emeriel a lot. A Urekai? No one in this world prayed to meet a Urekai in their lifetime. Certainly not Emeriel. Yet, even with all the terror inside, the hotness of the dream lingered in his body. His feminine core felt different. Wet.

" Maybe , she was abandoned. I mean , her mother might be a maid or something more terrific." " We need to stop her. She's planning to take over the city with her witch entourage." Riley said. " I know someone , she's a witch, actually a dream walker." I said. " What's a dream walker ?" " A dream walker is a witch , but a type of special breed. They are gifted with clairvoyance and they could walk through your sleep and imagination ." Riley took a deep breath and sighed. The star necklace on her neck glowed and turned normal.