Chasing Dreams Book Novels & Stories

I wish I could take all his pain away, I wish I could help. "Do you need help?", I tried to speak without cutting my tongue in the process. His face stayed still, not a sign is yes or a no. I dropped my boil on Icecream on the counter then opened the cabinet to find some spirit. Like my eyes were holding back a water fall of tears my eyes became to blurred to notice what I was doing. Why would he keep doing this? How can I help? I need to help him. I grabbed the spirit with my hands still shaking. "shit!", The spirit fell, the bottle shattering into pieces. My tears rushed out uncontrollably, what the fuck was wrong with me? Bryan's POV

“Then what is the problem? Why are you angry that I’m not one of those dumb girls? Do you get turned off by smart women? Is that it? Did you expect me to be a bimbo? Well guess what, I am not! If anything, you should be thanking me.” Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "Thanking you for what?" “For hiring me. For paying lots of money, so I can spend the night with you. I am helping you, Lorenzo. You know to ease off your childish ego. What do you have? Daddy issues? Were you abandon as a child? Or maybe you were a foster child growing up. Maybe you have some deep-rooted psychological problems that drive you to seek out women to screw? Who knows, but at least I am here to help you through it."

"Listen my sweet girl. You have a long life dear and everyone that comes has to go. You come alone and you go alone. You can't argue with nature. We will both watch you from up. Be a strong girl and always remember I gave birth to you. You are a part of my whole and I want you to be and do everything I couldn't. I have a diary....." She stopped suddenly. Her hands fell and eyes rolled back. She looked peaceful that only meant one thing that she was also gone. "Mom!" I woke up with a jolt. Cold sweat running down my face. It was just a dream Rain. Just a dream. I repeated this line in my mind. My heart was hammering in my chest. I closed my eyes and swallowed back my tears. "Bad dream?" I hea

Because I can’t find the motivation to study, I have no goals that I want to strive for. I am alive. But I am dead. My heart is dead. However, just today, I was sleeping in the sun with my book covered, and the book slipped to the ground. The sun pierced my eyes, and I saw a good-looking young wolf walking past me.

Chapter 117 ~ Tracing new paths KYLIE'S POV "possessed? Why on earth would you feel like you're being possessed?" I asked, and she shoved the book under my nose. "There, read it." I looked at her with some concern before reading the book, "I woke up feeling very groggy and disoriented. Nothing feels right. I don't feel right. I keep having the same recurring nightmare over and over again. An old man is chasing me. Then he catches me and drugs me. When I finally come to, I'm being tied, with coven members chanting in a nearby circle. With every nightmare, the chants grow longer and longer. What happens when the chants finally reach their end?"

Sleeping on a chair was not a good idea, but my sore body was yearning for some relief. … “Don’t leave me, mate.” I was back in my dreamland, grabbing Carla’s hand on my wedding night. “I will find you.” Sprinting in the deep forest, the thumping footsteps of a girl were cracking the twigs in the process. “You want the chase, mate? If it's your wish, I am glad to oblige.”

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

“That’s a lie and you know it.” I turn to my father next, who smiles at me with pride. “I knew you’d chase your dreams,” he says, his voice gruff with emotion. “You’ve always been unstoppable.” I blink rapidly, fighting the warmth in my chest. “I learned from the best.” We exchange one last hug before I grab my bags and head toward the gate. My heart pounds as I walk through the terminal, boarding pass clutched tightly in my hand. This is it. This is my fresh start.

I jumped onto the bed, pulling the blankets around me, and closed my eyes. Sleep came easily, and with it, the dreams. Vivid, strange dreams that danced through my mind like fragments of a forgotten story. Faces I couldn’t quite recognize, voices that seemed familiar yet distant. I dreamed of Chloe, of her tear-streaked face and the fear that gripped her. I dreamed of Chris, of his lifeless body on the ground, the blood pooling around him. And I dreamed of the message Chloe had received, the one that had terrified her so much.

My heart inexplicably trembled upon seeing the marriage contract I used to look at every night. Not to mention… The contract that originally had Lucas Yearwood and Vivian West written on it was now Clayton Yearwood and Vivian West. Besides this, I also found a photograph among his books. It was a picture of me winning the state swimming championship at 20 years old. I was holding the medal in the photo and smiling brightly at the camera. I vaguely remembered fragments of that day. It was the first time I saw Clayton. Lucas had brought him along. I had only glimpsed him from a distance then.