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I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

What was that all about? That dream… It was so real, as if she was actually there. Ria rubbed her face roughly. No. She's just exhausted. Dreams usually relate to something we think about before going to bed that day and she was thinking about some odd thing she had found in this house. Her brain made her thought a lot about it all the way to her dreams. She didn't want to think about the nonsense she had in her sleep. Dreams are just collection of thoughts. Right?

We need to find it before anyone does. Sheila stood up from a green bench, and adjusted her brown newsboys' hat over her head. "A book can make wishes come true?" Her blue eyes widened in amazement. "Didn't I just say that?" Louisa wiggled her brows mischievously. Sheila pouted. "What kind of a book is that?" "Magical book, like the kind you see in fantasy movies." She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality."

The journal spoke of forgotten legends, hidden treasures, and ancient prophecies. Curiosity piqued, we delved deeper into the journal's pages, and with each story, we felt a connection, as if the tales were meant for us to uncover. The old man, sensing our fascination, revealed that the journal was said to be a portal to a hidden realm, a realm where the lines between reality and fiction blurred, and where dreams had the power to shape destiny.

It faded to black. He jolted out of bed, they were gone. He looked around, he was in his own room. It was a dream, only it wasn't, subconsciously it was his memory. a fraction of what happened that night. He was sweating, his heart pounded faster, harder. He could never have agreed to something like that. He was assaulted. His hands were shaking. He was assaulted and he can't prove it.

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

As soon as my head hits the mattress, I find myself being pulled into another dreamless slumber. Dear Gentle Readers, if you are interested in reading Clarabelle Summers’ story, stay tuned to this author’s profile here in GoodNovel and subscribe to "Fuck You And All Of Your Bullshits". You can also check out Clarabelle's brothers’ stories (she has 8 brothers) in "Taming The Wild CEO" (Javier Summers), "Accidentally in Bed With The Wrong Brother" (Draven Summers), and "Tempted By The Devil" (Reed Summers). Or Clarabelle’s niece, Autumn Summers, in "The Bad Nerd Boy". Thanks a million and please do take health precautions and stay safe!