Chasing Dreams Book Novels & Stories

Blood dripped onto the pages, and the book seemed to shudder, the pages flying open on their own. Her mom’s eyes locked onto the book, intense and focused. Chloe felt a sudden warmth spread across her back, the sting of her welts fading instantly. Before she could say anything, there was a knock at the door. Her mom snapped the book shut, tucked it into Chloe’s backpack, and opened the door like nothing had happened. French Quarter

But Victoria was nothing like her, and that was what pulled me to her. Her strength and confidence put me on edge and sent sparks flying in my brain. Outside, I slid into the car, and the driver shut it after me. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number I had called an unhealthy number of times in the last few months. “Any news?” I barked. “Not exactly, sir. We haven't found anything.” I slammed the phone against my shoulder. “Why am I paying you if you're this incompetent? Is New York so big you can't find one woman?”

This time she would definitely achieve her dream and no one could snatch it away from her ! And the day of Chelsea's coming of age ceremony arrived just like that . Author's note:- Hey guys,please do support my story 'Mia Caedis and the tales of Infinitum nightmare ' its a beautiful book with magic and the creatures of night .

Then they will try to position Jemisha as the best candidate for Ambrose or Silas. She can go with Silas. I don’t care. Those two are clearly meant for one another. I’m not worried about Ambrose, though. He sees right through Jemisha. I keep wanting my revenge, though. I will have it. Something I want to figure out, though, is how to make the dreams from my past life stop. Ambrose has mentioned more than once that I dream about the pup I lost. I want to go to a strip mall that I looked up. I noted a store that helps with dreams, chakras, and other things. I’m hoping to find a remedy. Ambrose made sure not to let a cameraman follow me.

The last thing I wanted was to be so defeated by life that I would give up on myself. I had a project to run thanks to my recent collaboration. Having grabbed a bag full of medication, I headed to the basement parking lot to get into my car and drive back to work. In all its cruelty, fate had me running into the person I least expected to see—Jacob. When he saw me, his irritated expression froze and gave way to surprise. He stiffened as if at a loss. I turned around and glanced at my reflection in the glass window lining the corridor. Only then did I realize how tired and weak I looked. Nothing about me screamed "healthy".

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.

Laura finally left me alone with my book. I love my books, where I could escape from my reality into another world of people's minds. Sometimes I would think, that was my therapy. I would feel better in the inside minds of brilliant authors. Lost in fictions of heroes, knights, and kingdoms where all led up to bravery, strength, and persistence. I would get lost, and caught up in the story and found out another day had gone by, and the sky was getting darker.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

He suggested and I nodded. “I’m love struck man! I’m fucking in love! With the woman of my dreams! I can’t get her out of my mind, she’s always there, her scent lingers everywhere… Do you know what that means?” I asked and he shook his head negatively, staring at me without a word and I chuckled. “It means she’s the one for me! She’s the one I’ve been waiting for my whole life…” I explained, my face glowing with excitement and he burst into laughter.

(BROKEN) ALL I wanted it to be happy and to be with the one I love. To be happy is all that I need, is all I wished to have, and is all I want to be. I never wished for anything in my entire life, but to be happy, but why is it that, that simplest dream wouldn’t be mine to have? I’ve been dreaming of that precious dream of mine ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been chasing that dream, but now, as this pain is killing me now, chasing that dream will never be mine in mind anymore. I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of asking, and I’m tired of chasing the dream that will never be mine. I’m done waiting, I’m done asking, and I’m done trusting.