Dream Of The Red Chamber の小説・ストーリー

This must be where he sent them. Damon must have touched them, taken them, slept with them, since I refused to give in. My hands clenched as I swallowed the tightness in my throat. We reached a gigantic door. The maid knocked, and after a moment, the door creaked open. I stepped in after her, and gasped. The sight before me was like stepping into a dream twisted into a nightmare. The entire room was glowed crimson; red silk everywhere, from the curtains to the massive beddings.

He was straightening his shirt collar and wore a satisfied expression. I held my breath, and it wasn't until his footsteps had faded down the staircase that I emerged from the shadows. I fished out the dorm keys and unlocked the door to Dorm 314 with a soft click. Francine lay in bed with her covers pulled over her head. I approached her and pulled down the covers. There were tearstains on her face, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Did he come by?" I asked. Francine nodded, then shook her head. She curled up, hugging her knees as she sobbed.

They were all curious about the woman rumored to have bewitched the Johnson heir and driven the wife away, wanting to know how spellbinding she really was. On the second floor of the manor, Tracy was dressed head to toe in haute couture, slowly descending the steps with her best friends in tow. "Oh my god, this is such a grand affair!" Gianna exclaimed. "You really gotta hand it to the Johnsons. I'm sure that just these fresh flowers alone cost a small fortune!" Tracy cocked her chin smugly when she heard that, enjoying the praise and attention she was getting. "It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one bel

Perhaps this… dream walking… would be the key to earning her affections, or at least to understanding the wounds she kept so well hidden. I slipped the chain over my head. The bloodstone settled against my chest, a familiar, grounding presence as I crept down the hall, a silent shadow in my own mate’s home. Her door was ajar, a sliver of darkness promising a glimpse into her soul. I peered through the crack. Her head rested on the open book, soft snores escaping her lips. I couldn’t help but be impressed. She was nearly finished with the tome.

I asked her. Xianre just chuckled. “I’ve read it once in a novel, my lady.” She fiddled with her fingers as she said dreamily, “It is a scene where the male lead was having an affair with the antagonist while the loyal lady-in-waiting reported their affair to the protagonist. I wanted to try it so…”

Until next time, Rosemarie Mazur (hopefully Czarevna/Czarina Rosemarie Belikova)" I closed the journal and locked it, setting the quill back on the nightstand before placing the journal back under the mattress and the key into its hiding place. I went to my drawer and changed into a silk, white nightgown, then went to lay down. The purple and white comforter felt cold beneath me. My exhaustion was beginning to take over. Yawning and curling into a fetal position, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of what my life would be like as a czarevna or czarina of Russia.

She imagines what it would be like to be with him, to feel his strong arms around her and his lips on hers. As she drifts off to sleep, her mind conjures up a dream of making love to Xander. One she wishes would never end, as she could stay in that moment forever. She finds herself in a luxurious sitting room, draped in soft velvet curtains of deep burgundy, which contrasted beautifully with the cream-colored walls. A crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the high ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow on everything in the room.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

Once he is gone, she lets out a sigh and smiles. Last night, she had a very nice dream. In her dream, she saw a tall red headed man with a pretty pair of scarlet and blue eyes. She cannot picture his face clearly but his deep voice was hypnotic and kind. His hands were touching her cheek, slowly caressing her. She can still hear his voice, whispering sweet words of love and many promises to her. Her heart flutters as she recalls the dream.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.