Younger Dreams Novels & Stories

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”

her voice wavers with distress, “-there were more of them this time. Lot’s more.” “Oh, my sweet girl,” my mother soothes while leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead before wrapping me up within her comforting arms, “-it was only a silly dream. Do you remember what I told you the last time you had them?” Sarah’s cheeks glow a rosy pink as her light blue eyes glisten with love. “Yup. Dreams can’t hurt me,” my younger self recites as she wipes her snotty nose, “-they’re not real, even if they feel like they are.”

I drift back off into the sounds of sleep. end of flashback I’m 20 now. In my junior year. Trying to pursuit my dream. Combating my demons.

Such an age difference is rare, especially for a purebred alpha. Before coming of age I started to have strange and treacherous dreams, there's always a child. I can't say who the child is and what it means, I've thought it was my female, my younger brother and even me. Dreams are always symbolic, I cannot know exactly what they mean. Since I started having it, I haven't been able to sleep well and peacefully. I don't remember the last time I could sleep well or for more than 7 hours without the use of some drug or potion.

“This is definitely a dream.” Looking down at her body, she was shocked to see that she was shorter than the last time she was in dreamland. Judging by the sound of her voice, a great deal younger as well. She’d read a great deal about lucid dreams and in none of the books did she even remember anyone dreaming they were a younger version of themselves. “I guess this is definitely one for the books, as they say,” she thought.

The gentle sound of the raindrops hitting the roof and windows created a symphony of nature that seemed to serenade the sleeping duo. In their dreams, Mama Hazel and Theo wandered through fields of blooming flowers, their laughter echoing through the air. They chased butterflies and danced with the wind, their spirits light and carefree. Mama Hazel's dreams were filled with memories of her own childhood, of days spent running through meadows and climbing trees. She saw her younger self laughing and playing, carefree and full of wonder. In her dream, she felt a sense of nostalgia and gratitude for the simple joys of life. Meanwhile, Theo's dreams were a mix of fantasy and adventure. He imagin

"What's wrong?" Kelly, my best friend asked and I gave her a confused look. "You have been brooding all day" she said, worried laced with her voice. "Its nothing, I just" I hesitated "I had a nightmare last night, a very scary one" "Nightmare?" She laughed "is that what's eating you up? She asked. I looked at her not knowing what to say. "Come on, cheer up. You are 18, don't be scared of nightmares now" she teased "its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so.

She sighed. "I'm alright, Apo. I guess I better sleep." In the night, dreams haunted Luna. These dreams started after her seventeenth birthday. She dreams of a man as pale as white, with hair as yellow as a sunflower. He is taller than her and she looks up at him just to see his face. The man smiles at her, but other features are not apparent. He is just reaching out to her, and her to him. "DIE." A loud voice echoed all around her. It's not coming from the man, but it's like someone else is in her head.

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.