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Era pout that she got separated from her group and also this bad alpha is again on her side. "START", her teacher whistle and everybody start running with tiny plants on their hand. Findina a perfect location she start digging with her hands as no equipments are provide to them. She is busy doing her work when her eyes fall on Damian. He is standing leaning against a big tree with shades on his eyes, wearing a black t shirt with blue ripped jeans and white shoes. His arms are flexed over his chest giving him a tough sexy look. "Is he sleeping . How dare he. I will not let this happen " she narrowed her eyes before going towards him.

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

Hakeem’s words, his one wish in this world, chased me in circles as I fell asleep, creating images of pain and despair that were quickly slashed through when a presence—his presence—wormed its way into my dreams. Nox.

Dion was narrating a poem of his own composition, with the words provided like sing-along lyrics: | My Dream Girl | My dream girl’s no distressed damsel or princess in a tower She can be as tough as a gangster and a crybaby later She’s not a prisoner but her parents’ sweet loving daughter She’s buddies with the fire-breathing monster. (Heck, it’s her personal bouncer.) | She’s no game for the player or trophy for the hunter I can’t ask her to lay down her hair so I can use it as a ladder Simply put, she’s already the winner and I’m the loser She deserves someone better and I just gotta keep trying harder.

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If this dream comes true, in two years, there'll be a celebration in Deep Woods right before Christmas. My new problem wasn't waiting two years. It was me not wanting to wait two years. Yes, I cried hearing that Tristan's dead, but I have been warned he's not dead. However, what I needed to understand was, am I supposed to seek him out? Desire says yes, common sense says no, and my dream says he'll appear.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Was it a dream? ***