Eternal Love Dream Novels & Stories

I smiled. “You haven’t said a word,” I told Jason. “I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not and I’m scared that if I talk I’ll wake myself up, and I don’t want to wake up,” he told me in an almost broken voice. My heart ached for the vulnerability he shared. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” I told him. “So what made you see the light?” he told me showing a glimpse of his true self. “A ghost from the past,” I admitted. “So the rumors were true? You were seeing someone?” he asked. “If by someone you mean visiting at bedside and sharing a confused kiss then yes there was someone. But it was through that someone that I learnt what you truly mean to me” I replied honestly. He raised an eyebrow. “

“Elysium. I like that. But what if we’re apart someday? Will our star still shine?” “Always. Even when we are oceans apart, Elysium will burn bright. And every night, no matter where we are, we’ll look up and know that our love spans the cosmos.” He looked into her eyes, deep as the ocean. Ellaya nestled into him, her voice dreamy. “Iden, this yacht, this moment—it’s like a dream.” “It’s our dream, Laaya. And dreams are meant to be lived. Let’s dance under the moon, write our story in stardust, and make eternity jealous.” Iden extended his hand, eyes gleaming with mischief and devotion.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.

How pleasing her eternity was going to be? She was going to keep on working hard, fighting until she succeeds, and be with her beloved ones as long as she can. They will be failures but she was not going to let that stop her from dreaming. For every successful business, the idea out there started as just a dream and no one was going to stop her from dreaming. THE END……….

I love you Rodrigo, I swear I love you. (She sobs and make a sign of the heart with her hand) I love you forever" The video ended with Camilla blowing out kisses and then blank.

She gasp and take my hand in hers and cure it immediately chanting a spell. “I was dreaming about my Ethan”, she tells dreamily making me slap her hand off my now cured one. Ethan? now who is this?, I ask her annoyed rolling my eyes. She hold her heart dramatically and gasp “he is prince of hell....., king of my dreams”, she tells blushing making me scoff. “Whatever, send this flowers now am going to sleep”, I tell her handing red roses to her. “Are you sure, these are red... made if your blood”, she asks frowning.

They had expelled much of their energy, and all that was left was sweet, sexy little pecks on the lips. She didn’t want to be apart from him. Not ever. She wanted to stay there for eternity with him, just kissing and making love, pretending that the rest of the world didn’t exist. Pretending that everything was fine. Making believe that the mob wasn’t after her and that there wasn’t an ever-present danger everywhere else in the world besides the ranch and in that trailer with Dylan.

The faint scent of jasmine wafted straight into his nose. Uri was startled, struggled to get out of the dream, and used all his strength to open her eyes. It took a long time for him to see clearly what was in front of him. The lights in the hallway were dim, but Uri could still see the silver hair clearly. His heart fluttered. It's Alex! That's right, it's him!

"Then keep listening. It only beats this fast when I'm next to you." Elena closed her eyes, letting her senses fill completely with the scent of rain, vanilla, and Maya's pure vitality. For seventy years, Elena had looked at her immortality as a curse—a never-ending cycle of hiding, loneliness, and running from the light. But lying here in the quiet dark, wrapped in the arms of the woman she loved, eternity didn't feel like a prison anymore. It felt like a promise. They stayed locked in that quiet, breathless embrace for hours, a mortal and an immortal sharing a fragile pocket of peace before the storm of the final battle arrived.

She rubbed her arm absentmindedly, her fingers tracing the spot where his hand had held her, as if trying to erase the sensation, or perhaps commit it to memory. Time blurred as she lay back on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The dim glow of the moonlight filtering through her curtains seemed to mock her inability to quiet her mind. Adele tried to focus on the steady rhythm of her breathing, but it was futile. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Lucian loomed, his teasing words and enigmatic smile wrapping around her thoughts like a persistent shadow. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and she drifted into a restless sleep, though even in her dreams, Lucian’s presence lingere