Feelings In A Dream Novel 소설 & 이야기

"I'm not real, wow, my feelings for Reece they are not real! We're just characters? My whole life was a lie!" "No, no, it's true that I wrote this novel but Reece is not the perfect guy I created and you're not the sensible, innocent, tolerant Ivana I created, you guys are already out of your setting and having me here the whole story has changed to another line, this is no longer the story I wrote, the plot is still same but the characters and storyline it's not mine anymore." She explained. But Ivana was having a hard time coming in terms with it. She was shell shocked by the turns of events.

The words swam. She had not slept properly in weeks. Her dreams had become strange. They were full of men dying in ways she had never seen — men in old armour, men in strange hooded cloaks, men kneeling in mud with their hands held out. She could not tell anyone about the dreams. There was nobody to tell. She forced her eyes back to the page. The leaves of the bittersweet vine, when crushed and steeped in— The library door, the books, the velvet chair, the autumn light through the window, all of it slid sideways at once. The book fell out of her hands. Elowen's mouth filled with the taste of iron.

I sketched the flowers, the strange way the snow fell, myself in that nightgown, Valen and Liora in that winter armor…her beautiful and terrible eyes that had stared into me from across the storm, like she knew I was there. I’d never had a dream like that before. It felt too real to be just a dream, yet too surreal and strange to be real. And for her to talk about me like that to him… Maybe I’d just been so hurt by Valen leaving because of his loyalty to her, my mind had made up the dream to cope. But something in my gut told me that just couldn’t be quite right. When the dawn broke across the horizon, I dressed and hurried downstairs. I needed a distraction today. Between the ceremony and m

Tomorrow I’d find my way out. That night, curled under heavy wool blankets in the loft, I listened to the rain hammering the roof and Jack’s steady, deep breathing down below on the main floor cot. Sleep came slow and restless. Strange dreams flickered through my mind—big rough hands, a gravel voice calling me “good girl,” the feeling of being small and claimed. I woke once in the dark, throbbing and wet between my thighs, the scent of him still clinging to the shirt I hadn’t taken off. The storm raged on outside… and something inside me was already stirring.

James looked at her. “How are you feeling?” She considered the question. “I don’t know.” “You usually know.” “I know.” She rested her elbows on the table. “I expected everything happening to us to feel…heavier.” “It doesn’t.” “It feels…” She searched for the word. “…lighter.” James nodded. “I’ve noticed that too.” “The dreams aren’t fighting me anymore.” “They’re guiding me.” Darrien turned from the windows. “I’ve noticed something else.” Both of them looked at him.

The woman, her mother, treated her as if she were a total stranger. Waking from the dream, Michelle felt disoriented, unable to distinguish between reality and the dream. After what felt like ages, she realized what she had dreamt was the original plot of a novel she had once read, and the person in the dream wasn’t her but rather the character “Michelle Xia”.

Liam's POV One week has passed already yet it felt more like two. Her scent was registered in my subconsciousness and even worse, it dared to hunt my dreams. What was it that book said again? Oh! Something about an intense dream. "That's not specific enough," I muttered to myself as I stared at my ceiling with lazy eyes and my arms spread apart. On such a fine morning, my body still begged for a little bit of rest. Actually my body just didn't want to rest. It craved something much more intense with that woman. Hot raunchy sex especially in this cold weather that's been prevalent in the city.

Emily’s POV “I have feelings for you, Emily. And no matter how hard I tried to resist it, I just couldn’t. The feelings were so strong. This love is consuming me…” I sucked my breath and abruptly sat on the bed as I panted really hard. My chest was moving up and down rapidly and my heart’s pounding inside my chest. I feel like it will pop out anytime and it’s…it’s too much for me. I had a dream. The same dream I always had whenever I sleep peacefully. It’s as if the person in my dream was the reason for the peace that I have found. I don’t know…but just like what I always feel when he’s around. I feel safe and…at pace.

It felt like it had happened before— like a Deja Vu experience. “Why does it feel like this has happened before?” I muttered to myself. I suddenly realized that it was the exact plot written in When Alpha Meet Omega. It had to be that one chapter where Alpha found Lisa cheating on him. I remember that vividly because in the novel, Lisa convinces Alpha of her innocence and Alpha believed her. Believe me, this scene had made me so mad and bitter the whole day when I read it. How the heck was this scene happening again? Was my emotion that strong to make me dream of this scene? I internally chuckled; I must be crazy to dream of myself as the villainess in a novel being caught on a cheating scen

She didn’t want to Dream of George, but it didn’t take long before she did. Ana relived those few brief moments out there by the side of the road, hidden under an overhang that rain still dripped from and feeding from him. Looking into his eyes and feeling a genuine connection with him. She could feel how he enjoyed her taking from him. It pleased him and he felt relief at the sight. The flood of his emotions battled with her own for understanding. Even now, within her dream, it was difficult to separate all the emotions and say whose were whose. Or what the individual emotions were, exactly.