199 Nct Dream Novels & Stories

"Please believe that I'm truly loyal to you. You have my vote, but Dr. Cynthia ... I have to show my respect first." With that, Sadie darted into the crowd like an arrow. Cynthia's achievements were known to all. Sadie's biggest dream was to receive guidance from Dr. Cynthia, even if it was just a few words. Such mentorship would surely elevate her medical knowledge. Maisie could hear Sadie's voice from afar, "Dr. Cynthia, could you please give me your autograph? You're my idol!" Maisie was left completely dumbfounded. She raised an eyebrow and her face was devoid of emotion, making it hard to discern her feelings.

Cat has nine lives", I said flipping my hair with a grin but soon that grin faded away when the stool imbalace and i fall back but he catch my wrist on time and pull me causing me to fall over him. My hands landed on his shoulder and our forehead touch , his breathe hitting on my face making me close my eyes in our weird position. "Take care of your lives cat, you may lose it easily", whispering in my ear he pulled me down. "Damian knight". "What", I asked in confusion. "My name". "I didn't ask". "You need it soon" . "For what? " "For cursing me", he said waving his hand at me while moving towards door. Huh! Why I curse him, i muttered while going to pack my back. But soon anger flushed ove

“So, any requests?” “Let’s sing Untouchable by Taylor Swift together.” She said. “Sure thing,” He said as started to strum his guitar slowly, making it soothing for Jaiden. They started singing together, and their voices blended perfectly. It was like Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift were the ones singing together. By the time they reached the second verse, Jaiden started to fall asleep slowly, while listening to Conrad’s deep soothing voice. Conrad notices her about to fall asleep and continues the song while looking at her. Once he finishes the song, Jaiden fell asleep soundly. He tells her in a soft soothing relaxing voice, “I love you, Jaiden. Get better soon”, as he ends the call.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

When her phone didn't beep with her expectations, her irritation levels shot up the roof, and she finally plucked up the nerve to address the real reason for her frustration. Aunty Viv picked up on the second ring, almost as if she, too, had been watching her phone like a hawk, waiting for her to call. "Natalie, what can I do for you?" "Hi, Aunty Viv, I can't access Dreams. I keep getting a 404 error code." Natalie bit her bottom lip and half-heartedly watched a trio of women—supposedly inspired by TLC, a girl group from the 90s— make a fool of themselves on national TV with their off-key singing and equally cringeworthy rapping.

Ignoring Quinn’s call, she quickly dialed my number. I simply turned off my phone for some peace and quiet. At the crematorium, I selected a VIP package for Lannister and requested expedited service so he wouldn’t have to wait in line for his trip to the afterlife. Under the lure of a hefty payment, the mortician hastily applied some makeup on him before pushing him toward the furnace. “This is murder! You know Lannister isn’t dead! You must have found out about our relationship and are taking revenge!” Quinn clung to the gurney, refusing to let them push it any further.

In the end, I went to a breeding facility. It cost me fifteen dollars to buy one that was jumping all over the place. I'll never forget how surprised and touched Seth looked. "Nevaeh, you're so kind to me." I felt so guilty. I just wanted to repay him for saving me. Then, Seth heard about another remedy consisting of a centipede boiled in water. He wanted me to catch a huge one, over one foot long. Later on, he told me to boil wasp tails in water. Over the course of a year, he had me looking for all sorts of dangerous bugs to help his legs.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

for each other. It had been so many years ago. When she arrived at the bridge, the railing was completely covered in countless lockets. She walked to the center of the Lover's Bridge and immediately spotted the locket they put here years ago. She could still make out the crooked words etched on its face. [Brett and Claudia. Together Forever!] At the time, Brett held her hand to scribble those words. He had always been praised for having good handwriting but because he was not used to writing while holding someone else’s hand, it had turned out rather messy.