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She asked. "Yah, true! Where is she?" Lilian became sober, clenching her jacket around her waist. "We – We couldn't find her. I think –" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "She –She had a nightmare, she woke up terrifically –then–she asked for water, that – was – Gosh! I shouldn't have –" I was trying to explain to them, but I ended up stuttering, speaking gibberish. "Clam down! This isn't the time to regret anything, let –let's just look for her." Lilian concluded, and they supported, nook and cranny while calling her name. ~~~

“And don’t trust anyone. Not even me.” Not even him. That line kept playing on repeat like a broken music box. Not. Even. Me. And still, I had it. Hidden inside a hollowed-out section of my favorite book, a beat-up edition of Wuthering Heights. Ironic, maybe. I always thought Heathcliff was mad. Now I wasn’t sure if Julian wasn’t too. Or if I was. Because the dreams had started again. Flashes of white rooms. Needles. Wires humming in the dark.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

We dressed slowly, reluctantly, his touch lingering on every part of me. "I need your number," he said as we pulled on our clothes. "I'm not giving you my number." His expression shifted. Disappointment. "But I am giving you my address," I continued. "And I'm expecting you to show up at my door on Saturday night with dinner and absolutely no intention of leaving before Sunday morning." His smile was devastating. "What are you doing next Saturday?" he asked. "Depends." "Fourteen miles. Coastal ridge. A waterfall. And a beach that nobody else knows about."

It had been raining heavily in Bell City that day, and he wouldn't stop crying as he kept running down the streets in the rain. Bethany was the one who first noticed him and brought him home. He remembered how Bethany poured him a warm glass of milk, dried his hair, and gently told him, "Don't be afraid. Just sleep well for the night." That had been the first time he'd ever experienced the warmth of a family. So, when he heard that the Stricklands had gone bankrupt, and Bethany and Melanie had nowhere to go, he insisted on going to look for Melanie despite huge protests from his own family. He couldn't care less about getting into a row with them over this.

Author’s Note ❤️ Hi, everyone. Just a quick update to let you know that updates on Wet Dreams may be a little slower and delayed. I’ve been feeling unwell recently, so I’m taking some time to concentrate on my health, rest and recover. But that doesn’t I won’t still update, because I have a few chapters in work currently, and the story as always will continue. Thank you for your patience, support, and understanding. I appreciate every read, vote, comment, and message.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Getting out of bed she walked towards the window and opened it and a paper immediately flew in, it was like it was waiting for her to. She scowled and picked it up intending to throw it back out when the writing on it caught her eye. " Need help with your dreams? Just visit my shop downtown @mamavoodoo's special shop. I can tell you your future, read your stars and tell you exactly what your dreams are telling you. For more information, call". Tiana's frown only deepened after reading the letter. The letter was both creeping and weird and what was more weird was the fact that there wasn't any number added. Also how did this supposed mama voodoo know she needed help interpreting her dreams?

Fyre murmured something that had been bubbling away at me for weeks, /aren’t you meant to be a Fate, course you can find him if you try hard enough. I lay on the bed, his note clasped in my hands and closed my eyes, hoping for any kind of inspiration. Images and memories from childhood float by randomly, Beta Dawes, Celeste, Runa, my ruby dress, finding out I was coming here it all floated in front of my eyes. I tried to concentrate, see if anything would emerge, a great big clue or hint but there was nothing. A frustrated growl of annoyance escaped me, still clutching the note I got off the bed and stormed out of my room for a walk. Maybe fresh air would help.

I had been looking for it for many years. I was furious and had sent Ivan to deal with that woman who wanted to stop me from having that object. While I was seated at my desk and reading a report about what Drake had sent to my handphone, I frowned knowing Teddy was indeed three years old. But, Drake had suspected the report might have signs that it was altered. I hoped he could prove that. “Alpha Wulfgard, have you read the report about Fantasy Island?” my secretary came in and dropped a file on my table. I was not interested to look at it as my mind was focused on reading the report about Teddy Winters.