Dream Crushed Novels & Stories

Never in all my years did I once foresee that I shall ever hurt so much. My heart is shattered; I have lost Jenna yet again. She was so close within my reach, and it fell apart before it could even start. I love this woman so damn much, but I cannot be with her. It fucking kills me, it is eating me up alive, and god, there is nothing that I can do about it. But I have to; giving her up will be the hardest thing I will ever do in my life. Thinking of those brown eyes swim in nothing but sorrow is the worst torture that I have ever felt. I feel like falling into an abyss and simply disappear.

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

Dante was a little sad, she sounded so cryptic and cold toward the idea of trusting someone. Mj sighed again deeply and Dante could feel the weight of the world in her words “It doesnt matter if its one night of fun or years of torture they Dante they all end the same” She forced out a curt laugh “I have been a bartender long enough to have heard plenty of heartbreak and I have observed people for enough time to see that everything turns out with hurt feelings or broken promises but they are all the same Dante,” he could feel the nausea radiating from her words as she continued her heart breaking explination “they end, it always end’s, so why give someone the opportunity to hurt you?” Mj did

How could I have succumbed to the allure of my childhood crush and best friend? The truth was, there was no justification for my actions. No amount of regret could mend the damage I had caused. "I'm a terrible fiancée, Damien," I muttered, the words escaping between sobs. "What kind of person betrays their partner with their childhood crush and best friend? Only me!"

I pressed my hands to his chest. Nothing. “Damien.” Nothing. “DAMiEN.” Nothing. The truth hit like a blade through my spine. My mate. My second chance. Gone. Something inside me shattered completely. A sound ripped out of my chest — raw, primal, broken beyond repair. I screamed. And the cave swallowed the sound whole. Wake up Damien please, I begged and cried as I shook his limp body in my arms ****

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

Damn it! @Death Wish

A crying, lonely, mother… ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧ Yeah y'all got krissed sorry about that

I was supposed to be chosen. Instead, I was a detour. A bond to be severed. Sometimes I think about rejecting him first. Maybe it would’ve hurt less. Maybe it wouldn’t have burned this way. But I didn’t want him to live without knowing what he destroyed. Now I live with the wreckage. ⸻ Damien and Cris – Outside the Door Cris: “He’s not getting better.” Damien: “I know.” Cris: “He needs to scream. Or cry. Or hit something. Anything.”

arrogant, cruel, dangerous. Yet my heart ache for him in ways I don’t understand. I turn over, clutching the pillow. When I finally drift off, it isn’t peace that meets me. The dream returns, this time Misha is with me in the fire screaming and tearing me apart…. Fire Screams Blood Fire Screams Blood Over and Over again.