Novel & Cerita Dream Fanfiction

As much as possible, he wanted to reply once and shut his phone again, but now he’s doomed with the guilt of leaving that annoying somebody unreplied. Diana: why haven’t you told me? Erric: stop feeling like a possessive girlfriend But he deleted that instead of pressing send. Erric: you would know even if I don’t tell you. And stop chatting Sohan Erric muted Diana’s chat and threw his phone on the soft bench beside the door. He brushed his fingers through his hair and remained ducking, staring at his shoes. Diana is a stalker. He met her at the opening of the franchise of the Pereira Boutique that his family bought for Marina South in Singapore. But back in those days, she still had her dig

And with that information at hand, once the girls saw the beau that Damian is, they all squealed like the fangirls that they are and shouted ridiculous things. “Kyaaahhhh! Please marry me Damian!” “No! Marry me instead! My dad is a high ranking official in the military!” “NO ME! My dad is part of the FBI!” “Kyah! Damian please, I would even settle as a mistress!” “I would settle as a mistress too!” “Me three! Or even as a maid!” “Me, I won’t care if you won’t marry me or make me a mistress, just give me a child, Damian, I need your seeds!”

Come down to floor one I just caught one of those frauds" A/N:. I haven't been to an embassy before so sorry in advance if somethings I wrote here are not true it's just some of mine imagination of how I picture it. Sorry the update is coming late busy with work but since it's weekend I would try as much as I can to update. Much love PØPCØRÑ

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

The way his tongue licked every juice, and for his d*ck made more juice pump out. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Every night, I had gone to bed, desiring him. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging thought lingered. Arlene. My best friend. She’d be furious if she finds out. Hell, she might never forgive me. She’d never understand how much I was in love with her dad, and how badly I wanted him. To her, it was betrayal but for me, it was a dream come true. I bit my lip and shook my head. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I cared about was how good Jackson made me feel and how deeply I’d fallen for him.

I interjected, "That fire seven years ago was brutal, wasn't it? Saving him must've been strenuous. Any scars?" She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint mark on her arm. "Yeah, it left this. Not exactly pretty, but Damian means everything to me. I'd run through fire for him again in a heartbeat." I was stunned by her audacity. She'd go so far as to flaunt a fake scar to uphold her lie. "That blaze killed many people," I pressed. "You were just a middle-school kid, small and frail. How did you manage to drag him out of those flames?"

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

But now, I've come to the realization that even if you really were to abandon me in danger, I still can't help loving you. "Melanie, can't you please forgive me? I'll treat you the same way I always have. We can move back into our little house. You can make spaghetti bolognese for me again. I'll remind you to wear shoes again, and we can also watch TV on the couch on rainy days. "We can even watch the TV series we never got to finish back then. Let's finish it together. Shall we?" Every single word Raymond said made Melanie's heart throb in pain.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

"No. 1: Overly logical, completely lacking in romance." "No. 2: Had once caused emotional pain because of work." "No. 3: Does not know how to cook." In the Opportunities section, he noted that I liked him, including his virtual identity as Mr. Y, and that he was currently single. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The final page held no summary, only a photo of my cat in its most ridiculous expression, which had become both his desktop wallpaper and our chat background. A velvet box lay beneath it.