Novel & Cerita Book Of Waking Dreams

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.

“I don’t sleep much.” I should have stepped back, but I didn’t. The room seemed smaller with him in it, the walls pressing in as if to keep us close. He reached past me, plucking a worn leather-bound volume from the shelf. “This one,” he said, setting it on the table, “is worth losing sleep for.” It was an old history text, its pages brittle, the ink faded. He didn’t open it right away—just stood there, one hand resting on the cover, his gaze locked on me like he was searching for something.

My conversation with Alpha Nader about the white wolf in my dreams suddenly felt more significant, more urgent. There had been something in the book he had given me, about dreams and ancient bloodlines. "Wait," I said, practically leaping off the bed. "There was something in a book—Alpha Nader gave me this collection of ancient texts, and I remember reading something about dreams." I rushed to my dresser where I'd left the leather-bound volume, my hands trembling slightly as I flipped it open. The aged pages felt delicate under my fingers as I searched for the section I half-remembered reading two weeks ago.

Then, reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up one of his favorite bedtime books. It was a colorful children’s storybook with both Filipino and English text, the kind you might find in a fancy bilingual preschool. The illustrations were vibrant and nostalgic—it reminded me of the bedtime stories I used to read back home, the kind with halaman and duwende, and characters who said “po” and “opo” while helping their lola carry vegetables. Who would have thought I would be reading a bedtime story for children? Life is really unpredictable. I hesitated at the English section.

She groped for it, and it would shrink back away from her questing fingers. She’d considered getting up several times, going downstairs to find something on television or try to read a book, but in the end she couldn’t muster the energy to rise. As wide awake as her brain was, her body was exhausted. Leaving her in a state of surreal horror worse than any nightmare she’d ever had.

Hello everyone! Sapphirian J here🥰Tanner's Unrelenting Soul is the second book in the When Dreams Become Reality Trilogy. If you have purchased chapters of this book already, please skip to your current chapter to not buy chapters you have already read. Book synopsis: Tanner has all but sworn off relationships altogether. Marriage and babies would never be his thing. Tanner is okay with having a new woman in his bed every week. Then he sees Kaysen, a widowed mother stripping at the local strip club, and the tables are turned. Will Kaysen be the woman to bring Tanner to his knees?

Chapter 46 Ashley’s POV I woke up to a faint, delicious aroma drifting through the crack of the guest room door, cutting straight through the heavy, suffocating fog of sleep. For a fleeting second, confusion washed over me. I wasn't in that cold, sterile bedroom where I used to wake up with a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I was in Syer’s house.

"Jeremy, what are you even saying? What son? Didn't you just say I'm only his aunt?" Jeremy's face flushed in an instant. Every word he meant to say lodged in his throat. In the end, he could only glare at me before storming out. In the suddenly silent room, I noticed a piece of pine nut candy by my pillow. Jeremy must have left it there while I was unconscious. So, he still remembered. Whenever my heart felt heavy, I craved something sweet. Perhaps I'd suffered too much bitterness in the past, which was why I craved just a little sweetness, never growing tired of it.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.