Chasing Dreams Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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They are busy, I don't want to interrupt them. While walking along the street here in Los Angeles, I saw a fancy car. I can't deny the fact that I once dream of having this kind of car. I daydream of having a rich handsome husband who's going to treat me like a Queen, since all my life I never experienced having my phone. In short, we're only living a simple life. We aren't capable of buying our own space. My parents and I were just staying in a small apartment, sometimes the landlady always yells outside our apartment, reminding us to pay our bills. And this happens.

Everything in life is just a facade. But it does not mean you should not chase your dreams; you should not have your fairytale of true love. Some people are just destined not to have any of these, like me. It's the final stretch, then I am home, I do not physically have a home, but the city is my home, again. I stop at the very same gas station as when I left. The store clerk looks at me and I see as his face saddens, “Did that dream you were chasing not work out.”

Absolutely nothing. I just kept staring, waiting for this dream to come to an end. Oh me, myself, and I, keep waiting. This should be a dream, or my imagination. -- (How's this chapter? 🙈 Wanna discuss anything about this book, or need to know anything about it? Join my Facebook group, Praise Fam. I'll appreciate it so much. Happy New week! 🧡)

I tried to hold onto my necklace hoping that it could save me but I wasn’t wearing any. "Tiarra! What the hell is happening to you ?!" I don't know. I just ... can't breathe. Gradually my eyelids closed as an image appeared that I could only see in my dreams. "Mommy." "Tiarra, please! You need to breathe!" I want to, but I can't. I'm so tired that I want to just shut down and fade away. I no longer knew what was going on around me but I still knew what was going on in my body.

“I’ll always be here in your dreams. Someday, I’ll come to meet you in the real world.” But she wasn’t so sure. The more she thought about it, the more it felt like a distant fantasy—something too good to be true. And yet... he was real to her. She woke up, feeling a wave of disappointment. Maybe I’m just imagining all of this. She tried to push him from her mind, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t forget him. The man in her dreams kept coming back to her, night after night. As she got up from bed, she noticed something missing. Choco. Her new furry friend was nowhere to be found.

I’m not a gloomy person by any means, but when everyone thinks of you as this ray of sunshine, some high expectations come along with that, and I don’t like to disappoint people. Why do I have to be a ray of sunshine for everyone? When do I get to just be Aurora Williams: human being? _______________ Authors Note: To anyone familiar with my previous work, I will go ahead and tell you that this is nothing like what I've done before. I've written this book to challenge myself as a writer. Also, there are some rape scenes that may trigger some readers, so keep that in mind before you begin reading. The book is yet to be edited so some slight adjustments will be made in the future for redundanci

I lean in and pull her into the depths of my chest; I take a deep breath and pull her in even deeper, I break down in tears that consume every corner of my rosy cheeks; then, after what seems to be the better half of five minutes, I look at her. "Jenna, I don't want to leave you behind." NEXT BOOK: CHASING BROKEN DESTINIES

I replied. " What are they about?" He asked. " Why do you have to cry so much in your sleep?" He continued. " It's about a little girl being chased by some people, I have no idea who she is but the people chasing her had killed her parents and they wanted to kill her as well. So I feel so sorry for her " I explain. I didn't understand it myself. Sometimes my dreams were calm and lovely. I would dream about a totally strange place filled with nothing but happiness and laughter, and the same little girl would be running around, playing games, and having fun...