روايات وقصص ضمن Court Of Dreams

“Five years of wondering if I imagined it all.” That Aurora Hale was just a story I invented. That Camryn Hale never existed. That I was still in Maison Lumière, still chasing my name through fabric and thread, still whole. Still capable of carrying my own future. Damien doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t pry. Just stays, anchored beside me. Warm, steady, inevitable. The storm in his eyes is tempered by patience. By control. By knowing exactly when to tilt the scale. “But dreams don’t last forever,” I murmur. “Sometimes they rupture. And all you’re left with is the nightmare underneath.”

It turned out she knew everything. My music teacher once called me a prodigy, destined for Carnegie Hall. Saving Damian burned my hand, damaging the tendons irreversibly. I couldn't play the piano without shaking. My parents sold everything for my treatments, to no avail. I had to abandon my dream. With mounting debts weighing on him, my dad succumbed to illness. Unable to handle the grief, my mom took her life to join him. In the dead of night, when my hand throbbed, those memories haunted me.

Xavier (reading aloud): "Let the Crown fall, that power may rise." [He places both hands on the slab. Fire and mist swirl violently. His vision fades again…] Two Wolves, One Dream Xavier and Ceres stand across from one another in the dream realm. Forest. Stars. Fire and fog. Ceres (startled): "Xavier?" Xavier (softly): "You found me." Ceres (staring): "Or maybe we found each other." [They both step forward.] Around them, the world pulses with red light. Between them, the image of the split Crown appears—one-half flame, one-half mist.

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

They were all curious about the woman rumored to have bewitched the Johnson heir and driven the wife away, wanting to know how spellbinding she really was. On the second floor of the manor, Tracy was dressed head to toe in haute couture, slowly descending the steps with her best friends in tow. "Oh my god, this is such a grand affair!" Gianna exclaimed. "You really gotta hand it to the Johnsons. I'm sure that just these fresh flowers alone cost a small fortune!" Tracy cocked her chin smugly when she heard that, enjoying the praise and attention she was getting. "It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one bel

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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!