Dani Dreams
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Writer of Fantasy Worlds. Lover of Jesus.
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Stories (8)
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IDs and Myths
Hades doesn’t trust me as much as he says he does. Sure, he swears up and down I’m his best friend and he’d put his life in my hands, but the look he’s giving me right now reveals the nitty-gritty truth. This boy thinks I’m leading him straight to doom.
By Dani Dreams3 years ago in Fiction
Broodings and Kaleidoscopes
“This place is giving me a headache.” Persephone brushes her fingers over the bookshelf. “Honestly, you should paint it.” “It’s fine,” I shuffle a stack of papers and shove it into a drawer, slamming it shut. A small cloud of dust lifts up into the air, and the wood creaks. “mostly.”
By Dani Dreams3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Hearts
I know he knows I’m here from the second I step into the room. The same way I’ve been aware of his presence so acutely our whole lives that I swear my skin prickles the second I feel him nearby. I step into the room, and he turns to look at me. He's washing his hands in a basin. I look down at his fingers, fingers that have brushed my cheeks and held my hands. He’s wiping blood from them, the water tinged pink. My stomach churns, and I hear the screams. I hear the heartbeats thundering in my ear.
By Dani Dreams3 years ago in Fiction
Playing with Fire
“We’ll drop those supplies off in the morning,” Lila says to Odette, who nods and scribbles down the instructions for the messenger from her perch on Lila’s bed. “The last thing we need is the Nemean soldiers ambushing our transports in the dead of night.”
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction
I See You (Part 3)
My feet hurt, but I can’t bring myself to say it. We’ve been dancing for at least an hour without stopping, and he just agreed to stop, but only because he wanted to take a walk outside. ‘Get some fresh air’ he had said with a devilish grin. And now, my feet are suffering.
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction
I See You (Part 2)
If there was one thing Pyrondia loved, it was the King’s Week. Once a year, right after summer ended, the king had a week where he could instate any sort of celebration he liked. One year, it was a food festival every day. A pie festival, a pastry festival, a cheese festival. That was my favorite year to date. This year, King Jeanson announced a week of masquerade balls. And now, he’s trying to give me the week off. Well, the nights at least.
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction
I See You
I’m pretty sure I fell in love with Prince Malakai the night I almost killed him. It was an accident, one of enormous proportions, but mainly his fault. My first day as one of the guards on his detail had gone surprisingly well. We followed him around the palace as he went from room to room, flirting with everything and everyone, charming diplomats with a brilliant smile I wasn’t too sure I liked. He dressed impeccably, dark blue coat buttoned to his throat, black hair brushed back in a perfect mess that looked intentional in its unintentionalness. He walked as if he was in complete control of everything around him, in complete control of himself. Prince Malakai is the next heir of the Pyrondian kingdom, and he knew it. And I knew that the only reason I was watching him was because my entire job was to put my life on the line for him. Which was exactly what I planned on doing when I heard a window opening in his room that night during my shift.
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction
