Novel & Cerita A Court Of Dreams And Nightmares

It was another nightmare. ***

"That was the only thing Mum left me. It's her keepsake. Do you understand?" The room fell even quieter. Dead silence. "A keepsake? Why didn't you say so earlier? I don't want something that unlucky!" Nova suddenly yanked the pendant off her neck. As if it were trash, she slammed it onto the table. Crack! With a single strike, the ruby split cleanly down the middle into two pieces. In that instant, something inside me collapsed like a tidal wave, swallowing every shred of reason I had left. I rushed forward, grabbed Nova by the hair, and slammed her head down against the table. With my other hand, I shattered a wine glass and pointed the jagged edge toward her panicked face.

And of course, there’s the scar: a jagged line of red across my throat telling the story of how close I came to dying. “You look like shit, Daciana,” I tell my reflection before heading back to my room. Sleep is impossible now. It always is after the nightmare. Ever since the Snow Mountain delegation arrived at court eight weeks ago now, I’ve been plagued with these dreams. I’ve never told anyone about them. They vary sometimes in small ways—the forest path is different, or the words of my pursuers change—but it always ends the same way. Me, bleeding out in the snow, desperately trying to protect a child that doesn’t exist. A child I’ve never had. A future I’ve never imagined.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

{He knows that you have silver on you} "It's nice to meet you too. Let's sit down and talk. We have so many questions for you" Colton as he motioned for me to sit with the three of them on the couch. I looked at Craig and he nodded and sat next to me. He made a big show of putting his arm around me and Colton narrowed his eyes at us. Craig just stared back. "Where would you like for me to start?" I asked, attempting to break the tension. "At the beginning of course. What happened when the Nightmare first began?" Colton prompted.

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.

"After this, we're still competitors. We're still rivals." "I know." He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple, and I gasped. "We'll probably end up in court over something next week." "Definitely." My hands moved to his pants, undoing the button, lowering the zipper. His cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly. "I'm still going to destroy you in the Kensington deal." "We'll see about that." He groaned as I increased my pace. "Right now, I'm destroying you."

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.