Novel & Cerita Feelings In A Dream Novel

As badly as I had felt at first for bringing her shame, now all I felt for her was hatred. I was going crazy staring at these same four walls with nothing to occupy my time except my worrying thoughts about my sister. At night, I would have dreams about her. Some of the dreams I recognized: memories of us playing as children, riding through the fields on hazy summer days, laughing over gossip as she played with my hair. Others were less familiar but felt just as real. Her ringing her fingers through her hair as she looked over maps and parchments, her hand pushing away a plate of warm food at supper, a kind voice easing her worries when she was upset. I could never really decipher what anyon

Vivid images of our entangled bodies and his arousing words rushed to the forefront of my mind, causing a rush of warmth to flood my cheeks. I tapped my shoes impatiently. The elevator ride seemed to stretch on, and being alone in this small space made me feel aware of my own thoughts now getting wild in my head, saturated with the lingering sensations that I still felt even now. I was sore. Dax made sure of that, but despite that, why did I want more? My heart raced as I relived the feelings. He surely left an unforgettable mark on me. I reached the seventh floor and stepped out of the elevator, my heart still racing from the memories that had flooded my mind during the ride up here.

"Like that same dream I had. I don't know why I keep having images of you or Julius getting killed. I mean is there something I don't know? Is something after you guys? Are you running away from something? So many things had changed since the day you found this necklace. A lot more changed since the day you found this book." Her voice trembled as she tried to talk about what she saw and I knew that it must have been shocking, I I moved towards her and held her hand, cause I knew I was certainly going to see what happened... then the terrible images of her dream came to life right in front of me, displaying several dead bodies laying on the ground and a lot of destruction like an apocalypse.

At least, it’s never been this extreme before…’ My head dropped, and I was too ashamed to look at him. Everett, refusing my cowardice, gripped onto the back of my neck and made me look at him, ‘What do you mean?’ My eyes flickered between his, ‘I told you before I felt like I could feel the heat of the flames in the dreams, but that’s as far as it had always been, I swear! Until now…’ I brushed my fingers down my arm over the no longer visible burn marks, ‘The dream… felt different.’ ‘Different how?’

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

Maya suggested “Thank you Maya but they is no need to worry” Novel answered “Thank you, Maya, you can make ” I called back as I helped Novel into her room. I sat her down on the edge of the bed. She looked at me for a moment, her eyes distant. “Alexei... I had a dream. It was about the book.” “The book?” I asked, playing along. “I think I just stayed up too late reading. But it felt so real... it was amazing to be there.”

She pauses before touching me, not because she’s afraid of feeding the bond, but because she’s calculating something she used to feel. Dreams were where her instincts stretched their legs. Without them, she’s sharper—and narrower. And I hate that I helped do this to her. I test myself the moment she looks away. I let my thoughts drift toward sleep. Toward that familiar internal loosening. The heart tightens—not painfully. Just enough to redirect. Then— Images surface. Not dreams. Constructs. Fragments of emotion stripped of narrative. A sensation of falling without ground. A warmth with no source. Fear without memory.

Nora stood with the book, scribbling into it which the figure also read and smiled then handed Nora another small patterned pouch which made her smile wickedly, her eyes sparkling with malice and wickedness. I will say, the dream felt like a warning or just a glimpse into a sinister plot that has to do with that book but all the same it was fearful. I remembered it had been a while since I experienced any dream talk less of a vivid dream. She hoped it wasn't back with a vengeance as she wasn't ready for another circle of vivid dreams

The darkness of the room seemed heavier as the echo of Lucas's voice faded from Lila's mind. She jolted awake, gasping for breath as though she had been pulled from the depths of a raging sea. Her body trembled, drenched in cold sweat, the dream's intensity lingering like a brand seared onto her skin. "What is wrong with me?" she muttered, running a shaky hand through her tangled hair. The emotions coursing through her were raw—fear, longing, guilt—and something deeper, something primal.

I loved to read,especially romantic novels so I settled for one. The novel took me on a rollercoaster of emotions in just a few hours. It made me happy,sad,angry,I even cried. The Male lead loved the female lead so much to the point where I started to feel jealous. I had never experienced such a deep and passionate love before. I closed my eyes imagining myself as the female lead in the book.I would literally be the happiest woman on earth. I slept off again and I was awoken when we were about to land.