Novel & Cerita Eternal Love Of Dreams

everything we will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love." Lola looks at me, she looks at me with her big eyes that are hers, that are Marcus's, that are Viviane's, that are those of this family we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she says to me, in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice that hopes, a voice that believ

In every way that counts he is my son, I have devoted my life to caring for him and protecting him and I have failed. We sink to the ground entwined together. Her arms wrap around my head holding me into her chest, tears flow down my face, I am so very tired, so much loss, so much pain, when will it ever end. I can understand Eve’s desire to escape all of this, eternal life is a burden. Her head rests atop my own and I feel her own tears flow, I have no idea how ling we stay like that comforting each other, feeling our mutual pain.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me.

My mate, who once desired to kill his mate, is now pouring his eternal love for me…until death do us part. The End

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

“And I want to give her the all package. “Max told him and looked at Meredith, and she just whispered to him. "I'm fine, don't worry." “Mr. Smith” Max said. "Do we have complete freedom for this creation or do we have to pursue a idea?" "You pointed well," the man said. “Yours forever refers to eternity. With all these movies for young people with vampires and werewolves and all kind of unreal creatures, the idea of that eternal love, the idea of forever appeared in their minds. I know that it is difficult to imagine something that can’t be related to anything in reality, but the idea of the contest is to put in reality that mate bond that the movies express. ”

Hearing his words made her angrier as she glared at him, gritting her teeth. "Never in your dreams, Smith" Clara replied with so much anger. She hell can never forgive the pain of those nights. She hell can never ignore those nightmares due to not having anyone besides her. She hell can never tell him how much she wanted him those days and now that is why she can never forgive him. "Don't even talk about dreams." He replied and their small conversation about dreams when they were in love popped up in her mind. ##### ("You never know what all you are doing in my dreams" Alex's flirty dialogues again made Clara blush furiously)

he admitted. “Was it real in my dreams?” I asked. “Very,” he replied. “How could that be?” I mused. “Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said. “I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder. “You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.

Meanwhile, Erito’s both hands were seen hugging tightly his elder brother, without any thought to release his hug. “Their bodies are eternal… Their loves are eternal as well… Their handsome, gorgeous, perfect faces are eternal…” uttered Rendy Pluto. “Their attractive, charming and perfect bodies are also eternal…” mumbled Pierre Zhaopardy. “Is this the so-called eternal love?” Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard.