Dream Of The Endless Romane & Geschichten

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.

Why does he consume my thoughts to the point that I can no longer control my emotions around him? My dreams have constantly been the same throughout. In my dreams, Tys lays on the grass in a field filled with beautiful flowers and a Crystal lake, the breeze blows gently emanating a heavenly smell. I wear white and lie next to Tys, he opens his eyes and they are burning white, we kiss and a blinding white light like the moon descends from the sky, and embraces us, the light turns to fire which engulfs us, we both scream with pain and then die and our souls become one.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

In that moment, we were one, our love burning bright and true, a flame that would endure for all eternity. I jolted upright, my heart racing, as the vivid dreamwalk dissolved into the dull, gray reality of my surroundings. The intensity of the emotions lingered, leaving me disoriented and frustrated. The memory of Roxy's touch, the feel of her lips, and the promise of our eternal bond still lingered, teasing me with its elusiveness.

"I'm here, my love. Let's dream together until you decide to wake up." THE END

It's been three weeks they had the intercourse, Linda became inactive and get tired easily. Everything became strange to her. She thought of the last intercourse she had with Charles. She was scared when she remembered the incident. She sat in her room thinking about what would happen if it's really what she's thinking about. She was engrossed with the deep thought without noticing that her grandmother had entered her room. . She heard her name suddenly. "Linda! What's wrong with you?" She asked moving towards her with her wheelchair.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

I woke up panting and gasping for air. What the fuck is the meaning of that!? I looked at my side where my mirror is placed. I am sweating profusely and running out of breath. I dreamed of it again. I thought I totally forgot about it, but I'm wrong — we're wrong. When I came back, I also dreamed about it because I saw him. And now that I want to meet and talk with Jackson, I dreamed of it again. When would it end? Would it even end or itis really endless just like what that shaman said?

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.