"No way in hell! I'm not kidnapping an innocent college student!" Dream exclaimed and he heard Sapnap agreeing beside him. "I'm not asking you to do this, I'm demanding it." A cold voice countered. Life rarely turns out the way you might expect. But what if you're given a chance to a fresh start? How much would you be willing to sacrifice? Possible TW (won't specify for each chapter): Swearing Stockholm syndrome Toxic relationships Kidnapping Knives/needles Blood Angst Cuts Torture (not detailed) Death Fluff (with very brief mentioning of sexual content) (Disclaimer: I do not ship these people IRL and the story will be removed if anyone mentioned expresses discomfort.)

My first finished book. Inspired by the song Home For The Summer by Sara Kays. This book contains strong language and has a few smut chapters, you can easily skip those if you want as I made sure they don't contain important information about the story :) Clay and George used to be inseparable, but when Clay had to leave the town they had both grown up in together, their friendship slowly faded away. Now, years later, they still hadn't forgotten about each other but were both too scared to reach out to one another. That was, until Clay decided to come home for the summer, going back to the town the two of them had made so many memories in, in the hopes of finding George. Art in thumbnail is made by Aytrixii Started: November 10th '20 Finished: May 12th '21 Total word count: 28.5k (ish) 100k reads - August 11th '21 <3

george has a hard time at home, and one night leaves. he's sort of rescued by a stranger on the beach, but it's not long until they become far more than strangers. does contain: swearing, alcohol, smoking, abuse, angst, nsfw and other possible triggers. #9 in stories

Dream's a total nerd, he's pop-punk and has no business in the tiny homophobic shit hole he calls high school. Pretty much no one knows he exists, and the people who do, hate his guts. No surprise there, he's a self-absorbed ass hole with a cocky personality. George, on the other hand, is rich, popular, and has been dragged into football since he was in middle school. If he got caught even looking at Dream, it'd be social suicide. *Smut warning* *Cuss word warning*

Dream is a pirate, captain of a ship. He sold goods from one continent to the next. When he tried to sail over the Bermuda Triangle to get to a supposed "New World," (North America) no one told him and his crew how ships sank or mysteriously disappeared in that part of the ocean. No one told him about the Sirens waiting in the deepest parts of the waters for their next prey.

This is a dreamnotfound story. It is also my very first story on Wattpad.

Dream a pirate captain in look for a long lost treasure.. But the only thing stopping him from getting it is that he's needs a drop of mermaids blood and a single merman tear.. But how was he supposed to do that?! Mermaids were killed off years ago- how in the hell is he supposed to find one..? And even if he does find one he also needs a merman! Which was rare to find even when the mermaid species were alive... That's what he thought until he came across one..

!!This story with contain mouth play and vore! If it makes you uncomfortable do not read this story! Or if you don't like vore! Dont read it either!! !!COMMISSIONED STORY!! George is basically living in a world of hell... yeah- it's awful. He was one of the unlucky ones born as a 'tiny'. which in this world.. is not good.. This world is filled with fantasy creatures and also- hybrids and monsters! trying to eat him! And... everything else in this world... probably- Hybrids basically live on a diet purely out of Tinys! Which is not good! But what happens when he finds out the person he's been messaging for almost 2 years ends up being one of those ..hybrids... This world is filled with magic.. creatures and anything you can think of.. but George doesn't see the good half of that... How is George going to deal with this world..

Dream doesn't remember anything from last night. All he remembers is briefly talking to a guy he hadn't spoken to since high school about a bar, and after that.. Just nothing. When he woke up during what he thought was the morning after, he felt completely bodied; patchy facial hair covering his chin and the steady beeping of a heart monitor to his right annoying him persistently. Something bad must of happened, but what? When he had finally pushed himself into a siting position, loud noises surrounded him. They felt foggy for a moment, his ears. ringing as he looked around, his head hurting as he tried to remember. In a moment he was surrounded by familiar and relieved faces, making him smile. "Hey Nick.. Darryl.." He looked around, seeing that Zak and Wilbur were there too, surprisingly. There was someone else there though, an unfamiliar face. His smile was wide enough to show his gums, and while it was absolutely adorable, Dream felt an unexplained horrible emotion take root in his heart. "Who... Who are you?" |SOME BASIC WARNINGS; THIS STORY FEATURES AMNESIA AND TRAUMATIC EVENTS (THEY WILL HAVE TWS WHEN MENTIONED). IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.|

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]