Clay Soot Dream Novels & Stories

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

My hair was a matted mess, my skin was pale, and my eyes looked like they belonged to someone twice my age. "If I ruined it and I gained, isn't that better?" I asked, a slow, hollow smile spreading across my face. "Don't worry about my future when my present is on fire, Ms. Illya. A charred field is easier to build on than one full of landmines." I gripped my phone, the screen still damp from the rain. "Now, are you going to help me upload this to the secure server, or do I have to find someone else who isn't afraid of a little smoke?"

“You’ll see me again, Lily.” I gasped, the air leaving my lungs all at once. My hands shook where they clutched the blanket. I wasn’t dreaming. I couldn’t be. Something had started that night in the forest — something strange and wild, something bigger than me. And deep down, I knew whatever had bound us together wasn’t done with me yet. It was still there, like a golden thread wrapped around my soul, pulling me closer to him even from far away.

He stammered, "I… I didn't get it wrong. The license plate on that car—it was the one you gave Madam…" "What?!" Wayne almost lost his footing at those words. By the time he came to, he was already shoving past anyone in his way, desperate to find her. In a haze, he remembered the time five years ago when he had thrown himself into danger to save Arden. He told himself he could save her again—even if it cost him his legs all over. But no matter how many survivors he searched through, she was nowhere to be found. His steps faltered only when he stopped in front of the mangled wreck of the car.

tattoo ink peeks out around the edges of their sleeves and from their shirt collars, as they sip their whiskey in front of me with a cool, calculated smoothness. The one with the piercing blue eyes and the one with the same emerald green eyes as mine, which happen to be lancing right into me at this very moment. clay's the one with the brown hair, brooding eyes and the swath of beard across his jaw. and those eyes seems to get to me ,both of theirs . It's like this burning feeling piercing through me, and i couldn't help but shiver under those heated, unblinking look. It's going to be one hell of a ride,

“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

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Miss Claire lies head bent sleeping on her desk, but suddenly, black specks of dust of dark matter gradually sip out of her onto the desk. It escalates until the entire table is covered in waves of dark matter. Then at a point two hands rose from the sand and forcefully grabs her by the hair, jerking her awake. She screams out of fear but soon realizes it was just a dream. But how much of it was?

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

“Of course, I can. I am a Black. We Black’s do not back down, don’t we?” Clay had my father’s eyes. No, scratch that, he was the exact replica. A splitting image of our father. Well, he was a pure breed and that is not surprising. I went in again. This time, I was braver and bolder and I am gonna stay. I will show this dream or entity, or what that was that I am not a joke and I mean business. I placed my hands on his temples again, and welcomed the vision into mine.