Alone With Her Dreams Novels & Stories

She pulled away and looked at me "My dream" "Come on, are you blaming yourself now? His death must have been a coincidence with your dream" I tried to believe as much as possible. "Let's go home" *** "Lunch is ready sweetie" mom called and I jumped out smiling. She carried a tray of cookies in her hands, walking towards me but she suddenly jerked and the tray fell off her hands to the floor, the cookies lettered all over her feet.

JIMMY'S POV Evening drew near and night took hold. I was in my room, butt planted on the couch, my guitar clutched in my arm,fingers hovering gently over the strings into a perfect rythm. My voice was low and thick with emotion as a melody played in my mind. It was a strange yet perfect tune, one that emerged from my daydreams. The song revolved around one girl - Kelly Andrea. Her image had transformed in my eyes. The awkwardness I once noticed, the gait that had made her seem clumsy, was now replaced by confidence and class. She moved with a model's poise, a sight that left me captivated.

The dream had transported her to a picturesque garden, bathed in golden sunlight, where she stood, resplendent in a flowing white gown, hand-in-hand with Rogan, her partner and confidant. As Emily tried to reconcile the dream with reality, a mix of emotions swirled within her. A sense of wonder filled her heart, as if the universe had woven a tapestry of fate within the realm of her subconscious. She had always envisioned a future filled with love and companionship, but the dream brought a newfound clarity to her desires.

Nonetheless, I refuse to give up on the possibility of finding my mate, and I continue to keep my eyes and ears open for any sign of her. For the past few weeks, I have been tormented by dreams of her. In my dreams, she appears before me like an angel with long, flowing golden hair that shimmers in the moonlight. Her beautiful blue eyes are as clear as the ocean, and they seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief. Her smile is enchanting, and it takes my breath away every time. I can’t seem to shake off these dreams, and I find myself yearning for her all day.

Sighing to herself as she settled into the rough bed of hay and goose feathers, she closed her eyes and began to drift off. Again, she dreamed of him. Only this time it wasn't like her usual dream where they went to the fields to eat the packed lunch she had made where they would talk and talk. This time she was laying in her own bed. Only they were alone and the room was dark.

"I'll be there," I promised her. "Is there something in the sky that I need to know about? A UFO? A plane crash? The apocalypse?" Say the apocalypse. That way, I don't have to babysit tomorrow. Her answer came somber and out of the blue. "You know...since I had the baby, I haven't been dreaming anymore," she croaked out, still staring at the sky. "I spend my days either working or with Gravity.". And I adore her. I truly do. But single motherhood is the most solitary existence there is. Between her care, attending to her needs, working, cleaning up, cooking, and washing dishes, I barely have time to think. It's so exhausting that by the time my head actually reaches the pillow, I'm too exhau

What kind of a sick creep looked at his own daughter's boobs? Eventually, she slept, but had bizarre sex-dreams all night long. Probably her body's way of punishing her for leaving herself unfulfilled. She dreamed of Devin, the only guy she'd been with if you didn't count Bill or Nathan, and she dreamed of Bill and Nathan too, and she even dreamed of her friend Sheila, and Mr. Wharton the math teacher, and her other friend Faye. She woke up in a state little better off than the one in which she'd gone to bed, but more determined than ever to really make Daddy squirm today. Drive him to distraction, wasn't that the saying? She was going to drive him to distraction.

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."

Right from when she was young she had wished to have a carriage like this with different cars of her choice inside, she is a girl that loves luxury, if it’s not expensive she didn’t want it, so it most be expensive. Although she loves luxury and expensive stuff, but she was the kind of girl that loves to work hard for her own money and buy her self expensive stuff instead of a man to spend on her. One thing she wanted in a dream mansion was an underground garage. She felt a hand intertwined with hers and she looked up at David who was staring at her. She is tall but David was still taller than her even when she is putting on heels. “Let’s go inside” David took her inside and she couldn’t bel

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li