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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.

While Yara is cooking dinner, Kenzo and Dream are busy doing assignments. "The furnitures were already upstairs." Kairo said. "Already?" Yara asked with her surprised look. Again, they were at their morning hideout. "Yeah. That's what we liked about Dax, his fast delivery and take note, it's free of charge." Kylo said smiling. "By the way, I painted Dream's room with peach. yours with a light lilac, and with you, a soft black." Buster said talking to Kenzo. "Whatever you want, I trust your taste." Kenzo said. "I wanted to color it with red but I change my mind." Buster said with a naughty smile. "Get lost!" Kenzo said that made his friends laughed. Kairo saw Yara's curiosity. "Red just like

When they had blessed the union, he made sure that he came to her with a hand-carved box with his mother’s wedding ring. Daniel wanted Emma for himself, so he walked into Edwin’s dreams one night, but he was surprised to find Emma there watching Edwin with a soft dreamy smile. Edwin had been dreaming about Emma and their life together. Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease.

"We really worked on those words. I can't wait to see it." Emma jumped into Scott's arms, waving a paper at him. "I painted a picture of our family. See? There's me and Grant and Mommy and you." His heart swelled with pride as he gazed at the paper. The painting showed four smiling stick figures, all holding hands. The tallest one had long yellow hair and a beard. "Just beautiful, l'il bit," he beamed. "You are a terrific artist." David cleared his throat, reminding Scott that this was something other than a regular day.

Vickie swished to a photo of Kevin on top of Dawn in a missionary position, and said, "While her brother was driving his stiff cock up your daughter's cunt, Dawn was crying out, 'Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl's pussy!" "Shit!" George moaned as he dropped his hand to rub the bulge in his pants. His erection was partly a reaction to the hot p**n pictures that his sister had just shown them, but was supercharged by the thought that his sexy little step-daughter fantasized about him fucking her.

Needed to pretend the ache between my legs was from yesterday’s workout and not from getting railed on the kitchen counter like some desperate housewife in a bad porno. The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn around. “I’m working, Damien.” “Looks intense.” His voice was closer than I expected. He stopped just behind my stool, looking over my shoulder at the half-shaded drawing of intertwined limbs. “That supposed to be us?” “Dream on.” I closed the sketchbook too quickly. “It’s for the showcase. Abstract figures. Nothing to do with… whatever this is.” He spun the stool so I faced him. He’d thrown on a black tank top, but it did nothing to hide the way his arms flexed or the faint red

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

Joseph Island was beyond him. He unfolded the paper and laid it out on his bed. There it was, a digital artwork of a dark knight and a maiden. She was a beautiful creature all right—with the blackest hair, palest skin, and reddest lips. She was Snow White. Darcy didn’t understand the connection between the dream he’d just had and this artwork he’d created a few months ago. Perhaps it really meant nothing at all, and he decided to brush it aside. Perhaps it was just seeing the cherry trees here on St. Joseph Island that had triggered the dream. After all, there was that majestic cherry tree in full bloom of pink flowers in the background of the poster. Yes, that was probably it. And the girl

Azxel opened his eyes to find out Sky was gone. Azxel jolted awake, gasping, his body jerking up on the bed. The afternoon light slanted through the curtains in Jaelen’s room. Jaelen’s arms slipped off him. The mattress dipped as he sat up straight. “Sky…” Azxel whispered, his voice coming out low and small. Jaelen sat up beside him. His face dropped for a second, his eyes shadowed and then he forced a small smile. “Hey,” Jaelen said quietly. “Bad dream again?”

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”