Novel & Cerita Cruel Love Dream Short

mother, I avenged you. In the world of spirits, mom and dad can rest easy. Father, mother, why are you so cruel, taking a girl to be my wife without telling me?" "Brother?" “Lucero, someone wants to see you.” "Yes." She felt that her brother was a bit strange today, regret in his eyes. She was brought to his house, a beautiful woman saw her clutched her hand and cried: "That's right, you are Gaviotas." "I'm Lucero." “No, you are my daughter, my daughter who was robbed ten years ago.” Her eyes blurred, the woman's voice gradually disappeared, and her last feeling was warmth, a pair of strong arms holding her tightly. In the dream, she saw her clothes being taken off, a soft hand touching her

How could people be so cruel? I knew I had to be strong for Raini, but the truth was, I was falling apart. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her, especially not like this. I wished I could just turn back time and make things right. I was deep in sleep when the dream came, pulling me out of the comfort of my bed and thrusting me into a world of confusion and pain. In the dream, Raini and I were standing in our favorite spot, kissing passionately, and I could feel the warmth of her lips against mine, her sweet scent filling my senses.

It begins the same way it always does, with a door that materializes out of the dark, a hallway that stretches too long to be real, and a voice that reaches me before the rest of the dream assembles itself. It is never the voice from tonight, never the cold, polished cruelty he used in the penthouse. Dream-Adrian comes from another lifetime. He is sharper, younger, more volatile, and more easily wounded. He is breakable in a way the present version of him pretends he has never been, and in the dream he is always on the edge of breaking again.

The sensor doors to the lounge slid open, and Wayne rushed toward me in his wheelchair. As he drew near, he immediately caught the metallic scent of blood on me. Panic flashed across his face, and in his haste, he nearly toppled from his chair. Without a thought for himself, he grabbed my hand and inspected it with trembling urgency. "Arden, are you okay? Where are you hurt?" His eyes brimmed with concern, his touch as gentle as it had always been. Yet I no longer felt even the faintest trace of love in it. I quietly pulled my hand away. "It's nothing, just a scratch—"

Taking in that scent of clove and something else, it was an aroma she had smelled before, but she couldn’t quite place it. “Dreams… So many dreams of fire that burned flesh from bone. Knowing that the death would come in the end, but not the way I expect it. To see and know the pain that shows in other’s eyes. Fear chases me in the dreams, but I know I can trust you from the dreams,” Majesta told him the simple truth. That the dreams showed her a fiery death. “You have no idea what I am?” Craven, he seemed to question her. “You are a man; I am not sure what kind of man though.” she said, running her hand up his chest and into his hair again. Majesta. Why was she touching him in this manner?

"For the very first time, I feel like tampering with their destinies. How can such a male be her mate? So unfair." "You shouldn't question this but rather accept it cause destiny can't be changed and no matter how they fight they will surely fall in love." "I hope their love story turns out to be sweet cause I can't bear seeing Jalen cry." "You know I can't too. Goodnight love. Sweet dreams." "Goodnight cherry. Dream about me" she retorted and grinned. Both shared a brief kiss before dozing off looking so amicable. 🌷DREAM WORLD🌷

“It’s the hardest kind.” Elyndra smiled faintly. “Then teach me, before I forget.” And as the moons trembled above them, the Dream began to rewrite itself once more, not in hunger, not in hate, but in the fragile, burning ache of two beings trying to love without destroying what they’d made.

His eyes locked on Adrian with a hatred so sharp the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Adrian didn’t release me. Dream took three controlled steps forward. “Take your hands off them,” he said, voice low, lethal. Adrian tilted his head, feigning innocence. “We were just talking.” Dream moved again, and the tension in his shoulders made the shelves rattle. He looked like he wanted to rip Adrian off me with his bare hands. Adrian leaned closer to me, just barely, just enough to make Dream’s fury crack. Then Adrian smirked, eyes sliding from me to Dream in one smooth motion.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

"Brother p-plea" "SHUT-UP ALLEN" he scream again "But bright it's my dream, it's our mother dream" I try to make him understand while crying, he need to understand my dream our mother dream. "WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SEE THE DREAMS I DON'T HAVE PERMISSION TO TOUCH YOU,IF I HAVE I DEFINITELY SLAP YOU,YOUR ONLY DREAM IS BECOME A WIFE AND LOVE YOUR HUSBAND"