City Of Dreams Books Novels & Stories

As for my dad, I hoped that the demon inside him came out soon. Sitting on my bed on a Thursday morning, with my book in hand, I drifted off into space. I didn't go to school the last two days. Although Liam and Lily went to school, I didn't feel like it. Kelly had been helping me with her notes and even the details of what happened. She was just the best. Nevertheless, the dream I had about Ben telling me I killed him was still on my mind, not to talk of when he said his death was the beginning of others. It still scared me especially when I had no idea what he meant.

The secretary hurriedly handed the flight information to Damian. He scanned it and heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank God! She's safe." ... At the hospital, Harriet had no idea what had happened outside. All she knew was that after Damian saw that ring, he suddenly went frenzy searching for Serena and even ordered her to be guarded. On the floor lay the two documents left behind by him. One was an abortion report, and the other was a divorce agreement. Harriet seethed, her eyes blazing.

I love you so much. I close my notebook and make my way inside, it is getting darker earlier now and the wind begins to chill in the evening. As with so many nights now, I get into bed and cry myself to sleep. I am whisked off to a land where nightmares fill my being, where I walk with the evil that is called sorrow and the devil that is named regret. A very short but tortured rest carries me through the night.

Was the reason I came into this world to feel pain and nothing else? I reached out to my pillow and stared at the title of the book. Tell Me Your Dreams… Dreams? I dreamt that I was mated to someone who would save me. There was no point in holding on to Chad. Apparently, he didn’t want me because I was a traitor’s daughter. Oh, and I wished that I wasn’t the traitor’s daughter. Was that too much to ask?

After chatting for a while and realizing she had no concrete plans, he warmly suggested, "How about we visit Veldoria City together? Traveling with company is always better than going alone. We could keep each other company." He was a kind person. To Lucy, who had no place to return to, his presence carried a quiet reassurance. Besides, she had never been to Veldoria City before. She had always wanted to see a bigger world with her own eyes. The two of them set off together. It took nearly a full day of travel before they finally arrived at the airport.

His eyes hinted at an emerald color, she couldn’t see it properly as it was barely open. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Vida told herself, the other citizens of New York were still ignoring them, as if this was a daily occurrence in the city. “This is the man that keeps invading my dreams.” Her heart started to soar again and she instinctively felt weak at the knees remembering the erotic dreams she had with this person.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Was it a dream? ***

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use o