Dreamer Txt Novels & Stories

In that dream I was lovers with Darius, he was not after his goal to remove as many humans as possible, he was just focused on loving me. I like Darius, the bad boy vibes, but his wickedness and evil plans keep on separating us from each other, in that dream he told me something, he told me he loves me. I felt like calling the stars down from the sky and living a day that never dies, changing the world for him, all the impossible I wanted to do. I wanted to hold him close under the rain, every time I felt his touch in that dream I become a hero, I feel like making him save wherever he is, and I wanted to bring him everything he asks for.

Reality settled in, reminding me that the encounter with Tyler had only existed within the confines of my subconscious mind, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. The dream had felt so real, so promising, and its abrupt interruption left me yearning for more. Yet, I held onto a glimmer of hope that it could happen. I still yearned for his touch. With a hopeful heart, I pondered the dream's significance, silently willing it to become a reality. My Dad said dreams held the power to illuminate desires and serve as catalysts for change and I sort of believe in that. And I was resolved to carry the memory of that dream with me, nurturing the belief that in a matter of a few minutes, Tyler'

The sunlight was blinding, and the clock said something different from what the sun was telling me. "Dormani..." I whispered, as he pinched my nîpple, kissing my neck. A groan leaves his throat and I turn to meet his eyes closed and his jaw clenching. Langelo was dreaming about me..us? I fucking had the same dream? What was it about this man that makes me insatiable? "Dormani." I call again, a little louder this time. He shakes his head and few minutes later, his eyes flutters open.

"Impossible. She's clearly my Arden…" Running into Wayne had been an accident. I was about to whisper to Vincent that we should leave when Wayne blocked us again, refusing to give up. His eyes locked onto mine, unwavering. "You are Arden, aren't you? Arden, are you still mad at me? Is that why you won't admit who you are? I was miserable when you disappeared. Please, I'm sorry, alright? As long as you forgive me and come home with me, I swear I'll never lie to you again…" His eyes turned red as he pleaded, looking utterly broken.

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.

The dream came on a night when the moon was full and the stars seemed brighter than usual. Kai found himself standing in a vast, empty field beneath a sky the color of deep purple. The air was still and heavy, and the ground beneath his feet was covered in soft, silver grass that shimmered with an otherworldly light. A figure stood in the distance, silhouetted against the horizon. Kai walked toward her, his feet moving without effort, drawn by an unseen force. As he drew closer, he recognized the flowing robes and silver hair of the Dreamer.

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

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.

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Emma was thinking of what would happen when Maxwell finds out she left the house. No! this won't be good. she thought. Before she could raise her ass from the seat"let's have a drink"Joana handed a glass of red wine to her. "let's see how you would escape me this time" she whispered glaring at Emma like her enemy. Just like a predictor and its prey. Maxwell is going to be mine, from this moment on, she thought with a smile. She can't wait to be in his arms. What would it be like to be beside him. She started dreaming without sleeping."what is that smile on your face?"Becca glared at her from the corner of her eye. Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the