Novel & Cerita Five Years Of Broken Dreams Novel

Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 21 – The Dream That Refused to Die For a time, peace looked real. People woke alone, stumbled through mornings that felt honest. No murmurs in their heads, no invisible warmth pressing against their thoughts. They cried from relief. They cried from loss. Mira and Adrian tried to believe it was over. --- But the dreams never truly stopped. At first, they were fragments: a stranger whispering your name in a language you didn’t know,

“Don’t argue with me on this. Promise me you’ll show up.” I swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay. I promise.” He let out a slow breath, his hand brushing my hair back like I was still a boy. “Thank you. You don’t know how much that means.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe any of this would fix me. But when night came, sleep turned traitor again. The dreams hit fast, sharp, like glass breaking. A whip. The crack echoed through my skull. A woman. Her back. The welted skin.

The chilling, indifferent setting where her dreams crumbled. It had been more than a year since, yet the recollection was still vivid. Cecilia entered the room, feeling both hopeful and anxious.She had been feeling unwell for days—drained, unsettled And slimming down despite eating as she usually did.But she could never have predicted what the doctor would say next. Flashback:

he said proudly, right before asking me to do things I couldn't even repeat to myself. By the time the club closed, I had eighty-three dollars total. After rent, after food, after everything Violet needed, it still wouldn't be enough. It was never enough. I walked home through empty streets, my heels clicking on broken pavement. The cold bit through my thin jacket, but I barely felt it. My whole body was numb, like I was walking underwater. Street lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that looked like monsters reaching for me. This part of town was where dreams came to die. Broken windows, broken people, broken promises everywhere you looked. But it was all I could afford, even spl

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

The stars above glittered faintly, their light scattering over the rippling waves below. He never came. I sat on the deck, my gaze vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. Memories of the past five years swirled in my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. His warmth, his promises, his gentle presence—they all surfaced, only to fall apart into jagged pieces. All of it had been a lie. Every tender moment, every kind word. Now, it felt like a cruel joke, hollow and mocking. Before dawn, I made one last call to him. This time, his phone was off.

Still begged for the one person who was never coming back. I moved to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and drank it slowly. The clock now read 3:55am. Sleep was a distant dream. I knew I’d spend the next few hours staring at reports or watching the city until the sun came up, pretending I was fine. Pretending the past didn’t still have its claws in me. But deep down, I knew the truth. Some promises break you more than others. And some dreams never let you forget. I sighed and leaned against the counter, the weight of that little boy’s voice still echoing in my chest.

Rose waved her hand with a wide smile on her lips. *** “NO!” Arsen immediately sat up in bed, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. He touched his left chest but found no knife where it had been embedded. “Damn it!” he cursed, realizing it had all been a dream. A truly terrifying dream. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, which read 8 a.m. He cursed again because he was late to pick up Claire. Thinking of Claire, he felt a sense of relief knowing it had been just a dream. He hurried to take a shower and get ready to head to Claire’s apartment, hoping she hadn’t decided to go alone by public transportation.

"My father's death was his own choice. My mother's death was her illness. Both of those may have something to do with Anna's mother. But they have nothing to do with Anna." "Her mother left when she was ten. She understood nothing. You cannot put their guilt on her." "These five years, she dropped out of school. She carried a child alone. She sold her blood, she ran packages through the underground, she was in a motorcycle accident. And she did all of it while keeping a critically ill daughter alive. Can you imagine how she made it through that? And you still think she's like her mother? Chasing money and men?" "The greatest regret of my life is that I didn't go to meet her that day. If I ha

The words landed between them like a stone. Damian stared at her. "What?" "I didn't remember when I was little." She wiped away a tear. "I was only four years old." "He told everyone he had rescued an orphan." "He gave me his surname." "He gave me a beautiful house." "He bought me everything I wanted." Her voice cracked. "And all along..." "He was the man who destroyed my family." Damian remained silent, allowing her to continue. "I started having nightmares a few years ago." "I kept seeing a woman screaming."