From The Depths Of Dreams Mga Nobela at Kwento

He walked over and handed her a glass of champagne. Yvette shook her head. “I just thought that it felt strange. A year ago, I was trapped on that rainy night. I was trapped in a love that would never be returned. Now, my work is on the international stage.” “That’s life.” Jett leaned against the railing. “Sometimes things feel impossible to heal. But those cracks let the light in.” He paused and took a small velvet box from his pocket.

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

He just did not know it yet. Instead of cooperating in secret, I might as well put my cards on the table. The light that had just returned to Miles’s eyes dimmed again. “Oh... right. Right.” He lowered his head and mumbled as he took out his phone. “Yeah. I’m this dumb, so of course you’d have to go to Victor in the end.” The corners of his eyes reddened. His voice was muffled, carrying a childish kind of grievance. I was helpless. I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again.

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

They both rode on a childish carousel, laughter blending with the music. My eyelids twitched, a sense of unease filling my heart. Mr. Jones' phone suddenly rang, making me jolt awake, and I stared at him in shock. The voice on the other end said, "The Young Master has been taken by a stranger at the kindergarten!"

They woke from dreams they couldn’t remember, tears on their cheeks, Hearts beating faster. Then the mothers, then the fathers, then the lonely ones. In their dreams, they saw a woman made of light standing in an ocean of gold, singing the world awake. The Flow pulsed faintly through the ground, a whisper rising from deep beneath the streets. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The city sighed. And Solan, alone in his chamber, sat upright for the first time in centuries. His chest ached. A tear rolled down his cheek.

I back away from the window toward the bed. I don’t sleep so much as black out. Dreams: golden eyes, teeth, and a hand wrapped around my heart, pulling me deeper into a world I never chose. ---

Dreams pulled me under, weaving a tapestry of familiar fears and echoes. In the darkness of my dream, I was alone in a vast, black space—a universe without stars, without light. My breath was shallow as earthy scents filled my senses, grounding me in an endless night. I felt trapped, the darkness taking my space, my air, until the rough feel of wood under my fingers revealed the truth—a box, a coffin holding me in its wooden grip.