Dreams That Come True Book Novels & Stories

I was really scared and worried that why the same dream came again to me. Bella came to me when she heard the voice of shouting. She told me that's happened. I was sweating and she cleaned my face with the towel. I told her my dream. Then she told me that she wanted to tell me something but if I don't mind her. I told her to tell me then she told me that she read in the book that when the person saw the same dream and about the things which happened to them it meant it is not a dream.

Was the reason I came into this world to feel pain and nothing else? I reached out to my pillow and stared at the title of the book. Tell Me Your Dreams… Dreams? I dreamt that I was mated to someone who would save me. There was no point in holding on to Chad. Apparently, he didn’t want me because I was a traitor’s daughter. Oh, and I wished that I wasn’t the traitor’s daughter. Was that too much to ask?

"It's nothing, just a scratch—" But before I could finish my words, my vision went black. Days of exhaustion and running around had finally caught up with me, and I fainted. When I woke, I was lying in Wayne's private lounge. My wound had already been bandaged, but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up to grab my phone, and my eyes fell on a notebook on his desk. Curiosity made me flip it open. Every page was filled with Wayne's handwriting. 'Naomi likes sour food. After meals, take her for a walk to help with digestion.'

Damian's gratitude was meaningless now. "If that's all, I'm going home," I said, turning to leave. He grabbed my arm, his voice cracking with urgency. "Now that the truth is out, Harriet will pay for her lies. Come back with me. We don't need kids. I'll treat you right." His eyes were full of sincerity. "Are you serious?" I asked. "I swear," he vowed. "I'll never fail you again." I laughed bitterly, shaking off his grip. "You think that erases everything? That a few promises make me forget the pain you caused?"

“It’s raw, vulnerable, and deeply moving. There’s a truth in these pages that readers will connect with.” I sat there, heart hammering, gripping the edge of my chair. They see it. They actually see it. They asked about my vision for the book, about how much of it was “inspired by real life.” I dodged where I had to, carefully skating around the details, but I spoke passionately about love, sacrifice, dreams, and the ache of letting someone go. By the time I left that meeting, the Parisian air felt lighter. I walked along the Seine with a coffee in hand, almost dizzy with possibility.

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.

However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams. They came back stronger by the minute, detailing how he pushed her against the wall and how he kissed the skin of her neck. Her hand subconsciously grazed the places his lips had touched. Her breath became heavy and for a moment, she thought she couldn’t breathe. All these years, she had endured not having sex even after she was long married but now, her whole body ached to be touched; to be tortured sweetly under Will and be penetrated by him. Remembering his kisses made a moan escape her lips. For a moment, her hands began to reach for the moist flesh between her legs, seeking satisfaction and release.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

I sat down on the couch next to Martha's feet while the boys were sitting on the long couch right across. "How do you feel Martha?" I asked. "Oh my gosh Lindy, I had the weirdest dream ever! I dreamt about Spitfire Strip hiding inside your room and it felt so real!" she exclaimed. "I told you we could've told her she was just hallucinating." Jasper blurted.