Dream Of The Red Chamber Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

She knew that it was just a fantasy and the happily ever after is just a fantasy that one could only realize in a dream, she still hopes that one day she could realize such a dream, and another reason that made a large part of her stubbornness is because of her mother…. So for now, she can only allow herself to satisfy her fantasy within her mind that Zhu Wushang would only have her as her soulmate and every time she calls his name with tenderness and without honorific nor the distance of surname. She could satisfy that dream within the confine of her mind. —---- 3 Days pass - Underground secret laboratory - The Great Phoenix Empire Palace —----

a soft voice said from behind me. I turned to see a woman dressed in a blue gown with gold flowered designs, her long black hair falling to her shoulders, pinned back with two gold clips to keep it neat. I couldn’t deny she was beautiful. "Yeah," I mumbled, looking back at the picture. She stepped closer and stood beside me, her eyes focused on the painting too. “This is called Scent of a Memory. It tells the story of a young woman from the Qing dynasty who made perfume from flowers in her garden. Each bottle held a special memory of someone she loved. This painting shows the last perfume she made, one that reminded her of a man she never saw again.”

Chapter 2 – The Woman in Red --- Damon couldn’t sleep. The ceiling of his penthouse condo stared back at him like it held answers he didn’t have. Midnight passed. One. Two. He didn’t close his eyes once. The image of her — the woman in red — was seared behind his eyelids. The curve of her lips. The cruel calm in her voice. The way her gaze sliced through him like she knew all his sins. It was the eyes.

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

Chapter XXVI Walking Paradox I tightened my grip to the medal as I stepped forward to watch the river. It was past midnight, and I just woke up from having that unexplainable, confusing, and strange dream I had. I didn’t have any good feelings about it. It might be something my creative mind created or it might also be a message from the gods. But as much as I wanted to believe that she’s a god, a part of me said it’s ridiculous. I’m still a kid after all, with a strange mind.

I heaved a sigh as I looked out the window; the clouds were orange, showing the color of the retreating sun. And somehow, it reminded me of her, the red-haired woman from my dreams. I clenched my fist as the face of Diona flashed in my mind. It took everything to restrain myself; the woman had haunted me since I met her. The was something about her that I couldn’t place, and whatever it was, I wished it never turned ugly. I wished A few days passed and I saw her again. As soon as she walked inside that hall, in the arms of Ryker, she caught my attention, and I could have sworn all eyes were on her. The green dress, paired with her red hair, did nothing but arouse me.

Murong Cheng had a dream. In the dream, there was a long, long red carpet, the surrounding scenery was foggy and indistinct, he walked along the red carpet, and finally, at the end of the red carpet, he saw Mu Zi, who was wearing a white veil. She was standing there quietly, with a sweet smile on her face, gentle, beautiful, and a little shy. Murong Cheng was ecstatic, striding over, wanting to hold her hand.

"Admiring my necklace? Damian designed it. Seven years ago, he promised me a gift after I saved him from the fire. Beautiful? I like it so much." Beautiful was an understatement. Each diamond was meticulously crafted, a testament to true care. Last year, I'd seen it and assumed it was for me.

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.