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Lucas was dead. He was finally dead. ********** It was like Sia was dreaming. Like she had been dreaming for a long time. She dreamed about Ms Amelia. She dreamed about John and Emily. She dreamed about Louis and Harry. She dreamed about Emma and Lara. She dreamed about herself and Hardin. And she dreamed about Lucas. She dreamed about all the happy times. And the sad one's. Although sadness was much more than happiness, she still wished, she could stay in those dreams forever.

I find it cute. “I knew it!” Austin said. Sadie’s expression changes to a smirk the moment they look at them, blush still present. “Sooooo give me what I want~” “Well, what do you want?” Liam asked. “Hmm…” Sadie tilts her head and puts her finger on her chin. “An electric guitar!” “You gotta be kidding me,” Bob said. “No! I mean my dream guitar is on sale! From six-kay to one-point-eight?! Sweet deal!”

Tomorrow she would begin building the partnership with Damien that might be their only hope of surviving what was coming. But tonight, alone in the darkness of her new room in her new home with her new husband sleeping just beyond that connecting door, Sadie allowed herself one moment of honest emotion. She thought about her father's company, currently employing a woman who would destroy it. She thought about Marcus, somewhere out there plotting his next move. She thought about Damien, trapped in a marriage to a woman he didn't trust and probably never would. And she thought about the blade that had pierced her side, the pain that had stolen her breath, the moment when she had genuinely beli

Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I rubbed my eyes, it pricked with an uncertain pa… Ah! Tears! I cried myself to sleep last night because I felt like shit, a completely worthless piece of shit. I would have slept good a little, but along the way, I had a nightmare about Ted killing mom and Carolyn and selling off Ursula. Then the dream changed, and his dick was chasing me until I fell into a pool of his sperm. That is the worst way to dream!

“Ummh..” Dannie squirmed weakly before slowly opening his heavy eyes which was immediately followed by a headache that made him wince. From his eyes that felt sticky, it looked like he was crying again in his dream. Since the death of his family, Dannie has never slept well again. Every time he fell asleep, he always had nightmares that made him very scared. A dream where he returns to the moment of his family's funeral. Or the moments when he saw their corpses that were lying stiff. These dreams not only scared him, but also made him felt very hopeless, tired and helpless.

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

“It kinda makes me sound like a mental case when I put it that way.” “No, it doesn't to me,” I gave her my sarcastic smile that let her know that I could never see her like a mental case. “But that isn't it; in my dream last night I saw Laylan and Artimous riding through the forest really fast. Then they went to the Mortal World so that Artimous could show Laylan where he had been killed. Then they met a man named Daemon. He was crying because he was mourning the death of his horse. But like, what are the odds?” I took a deep breath from my hasty explanation. Her eyes shot to mine, they were wide in surprise, and I thought that she had seen what I had seen in this situation. But instead, she

Jamie sighed with a deep sadness in his expression. "I see the hurt in his eyes, and I want to share that hurt with him and, hopefully, one day help him heal from it." Jada pressed on, her determination showing. "But if you know something, if there's anything that can help me understand what's going on, I'd appreciate it."

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.