Novel & Cerita Dream Fighter

Not much can be done to me but why was I feeling like this? Damian woke to the sound of the howls, looking at me all confused before it clicked in his head what was going on. “Are you ready?” I ask him. Damian gets out of bed, putting on a pair of sweatpants, and nods his head. He needed this fight to get his people back, to show them he was not his parents and that his heart was always in the right place. “I will get Aaron, you rally up your fighters,” I say, leaving the room to get to the basement.

But I didn’t want to learn it since I had no powers. I tried to interact with what I was seeing, throwing a punch and even trying to kick the woman, but it was like I was a ghost in this dream. I hate feeling useless. I feel that way when I’m awake since I’m the human in the pack. And now I’m useless even in my dreams. So annoying.

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

Anthony walked into the room and sat down next to Bastian. A long breath escaped from Belle’s brother’s nose. He turned toward Bastian. “Opening a pottery gallery, honestly, sounds lame. You’re known as a member of the Blackfist gang, an underground fighter. Your image would totally collapse, Bastian,” Anthony said. “Are you serious about that?” Bastian chuckled. “That’s a painful jab.” “Well, you asked for my opinion.” “You know I fight because I want to save money.”

She hesitated. Then typed. Domica: “You overestimate your effect, little wolf.” WolfEyes89: “Funny. I had a dream. You were on your knees. Want to hear it?” She did. She really, really did. But she couldn’t say that. Not yet. Domica: “Careful. Dreams can become nightmares.” WolfEyes89: “Only if you fight them.” She stared at the screen, heart pounding. She could practically feel his voice. Smooth. Commanding. Dangerous.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

I look at the child sleeping under my heart. At Leo’s broken clock. At Damian’s black route. At Renn running toward revenge. At the Director turning the whole city into a set of doors that only open when somebody bleeds. No mercy comes. Only access. The first fighter through slips in the rising water and catches himself on a pipe. He comes up laughing once, mean and breathless, because falling would have been too ordinary a way to die. Someone tells him to shut up. He laughs harder. I lift my burned hand.

Hands fumbling, she frantically tried to release his cock from its casing. He massaged her breasts and commanded her; "Open your eyes and look at me." Sleepy hooded chocolate brown eyes looked deep into his icy blue ones. He pinched her aching nipples; his voice was a whispering growl. "I have dreamed of you like this. I have wanted you for so long Joanna...so long, just like this." Darius abruptly pushed her off his lap and quickly took her over this knee.