Novel & Cerita Cruel Love Dream Short

My dreams , my education , my life all is shattered all because to you . D:- ( getting angry after hearing her accusations of lusting on her ) Love , you are right my way of expressing my love for you was definitely different . But I do not lust for you . I will never force you into any physical relation with me without your consent . I don't want you to think of me as a ra**st . Please , don't call my love as lust . T:- You remember that you promised me something on wedding night ? D:- ( Confused for a second ) I will fulfill all your wishes . You can ask anything expect to over this marriage.

"I'm here, my love. Let's dream together until you decide to wake up." THE END

However, if this turned out to be a dream, it was a dream full of love and understanding, a dream that she did not want to wake up from. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Painter in Covid”

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

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“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

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