Desired Realities Novels & Stories

“What I want to know is what this looks like going forward. Not the arrangement. Not the agreement. What we look like.” He was quiet for a moment. “What do you want it to look like?” “Real,” I said. “I want it to be real. Not performed for the board or the press or anyone else. Just real whatever that means for the two of us, built from where we actually are rather than where we started.” He held my gaze for a moment that was long enough to be considered and short enough to not be uncertain. “That’s what I want too,” he said. “Then that’s what it is,” I said.

It was a question that required him to dismantle his carefully constructed reality, and I knew it was agonizing for him. “I try not to,” he finally admitted, his voice rough. “Because it is a fantasy. A luxury we cannot afford. I live in the world of the absolute, Killian, and the absolute reality is that our lives are defined by external obligations.” “But if it were possible,” I pressed gently, sitting up so I could look at his face, framed by the white pillowcase. “Just tell me what you see. Would we live here?” He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes distant, imagining the impossible future.

He's already going to fire me over my thyroid cancer. As I kiss Arlo a cry a little. I don't mean to, but it happens. Being with him would be absolutely wonderful, and in the land of tomorrow perhaps I could be his queen. But in the land of the shadows, I am a slave to Model Perfect and Hunter Bates is the tyrant that hits me. Despite all these reasons, I can't be with Arlo I keep kissing him for this moment anyway. No one knows I am at his house, no one knows he is comforting me. "It doesn't matter if I want to be with you. Don't you get it? I am the property of Model Perfect. You and me, despite whatever this is can never be. We will never happen, despite how I feel about you."

The appearance is fleeting. The appearance is vivid. The appearance is dreamlike. All accurate. None definitive. Because the appearance is not the reality. The appearance is the reality appearing. The reality never appears. The reality never disappears. The reality is the appearing itself. Without the itself. This. The light that needs no name. The love that needs no object. The being that needs no subject. The reality that needs no appearance. The truth that needs no proof. The home that needs no arrival. The self that needs no recognition.

I endured the cold and this physical exercise of going around a mountain to gaze upon the heavenly valley with lush green nature and my favourite animals that I was promised by my parents. The know my weakness, my love for animlas and nature, but still won't get me a dog. Every time I ask my mom to get me a pet she says I am enough but she is also right it's hard to take care of pets and my parents don't have thst leisure of time. We all had to come here today for my mother's departmental research. Her team members are also with us. 'We are really close' she yelled with joy calling out to the people behind us, informing them our approaching destination. They waved back to us showing they und

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

"I don't have anything other than you to claim as mine. I don't have money, hell, I don't even have a house that I can call mine. How am I supposed to throw all of my expenses on you suddenly? I can't do this. Try to understand, I want to make my own identity first, I don't want to be a burden on you." "Enough!" He replied in a seething tone. His hand which was entwined with mine on his cheek came down to grab my waist harshly and his other hand pulled me in his chest. "Is it all you think about me? This much low? What do you think, I can't provide for my own mate? I can't fulfill the wishes of the only girl who is supposed to live with me forever?" "No Mace, that's not wh.." "I said enough!

Hello everyone! Sapphirian J here🥰Tanner's Unrelenting Soul is the second book in the When Dreams Become Reality Trilogy. If you have purchased chapters of this book already, please skip to your current chapter to not buy chapters you have already read. Book synopsis: Tanner has all but sworn off relationships altogether. Marriage and babies would never be his thing. Tanner is okay with having a new woman in his bed every week. Then he sees Kaysen, a widowed mother stripping at the local strip club, and the tables are turned. Will Kaysen be the woman to bring Tanner to his knees?

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

His proximity had a way of making my stomach churn as usual. “I knew you’d come around eventually,” he continued, his breath warm against my skin. “You’ve always been meant for me, Catherine. Even when you didn’t realize it.” I resisted the urge to open my eyes or flinch away. I knew better than to react now. Instead, I kept my breathing steady, feigning the deep rhythm of sleep, even though I was awake. “You don’t have to pretend anymore,” Damon went on. “You’re safe with me. I’ll make you see that, no matter how long it takes. I’ll give you the life you deserve, the life he could never give you.”