Novel & Cerita Hi Dreamer

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

Was this a dream? “What is it, Gemma? What are thinking about?” “Am I dreaming, Declan?” “Oh, my sweet wife… You’re not.” “Are you sure?” As a reply, he took Gemma in his arms, pulled her against him, and trapped her mouth with his. Declan’s lips opened over hers in an erotic, thorough, mind-stealing kiss. And just like that, all thoughts vanished. “Darling…” he whispered against her mouth. “We’re here… I've waited so long for you… I imagined this moment over and over again… But reality beats my imagination.”

He yelled and pulled her arm and she stumbled towards the right side of the road. A speedy truck passed through them. She was bought out of her trance. She blinked her eyes few times before realizing that she would have lost her life if not for this person. He followed her all the way here to give her a backpack. She looked at him. He was beautiful. He was perfect. She felt like she was dreaming. Her mind mocked her saying it was a dream, he was a dream. She wanted to believe it was a dream even so it wasn't. It was very much real. He was very much real. "Thank you so much for bringing my backpack and saving my life...." She knew she had met him somewhere before but couldn't put a finger on

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

"Ever since we were kids, you've been breathing down my neck, controlling every little thing I do. Who the hell do you think you are? "I let you have your way half the time, but can you just leave me alone already? I'm exhausted. Sometimes, I think the gossip was right. No wonder you were abandoned. Who could put up with a jinx like you?" A wave of intense nausea rolled through my empty stomach, a bitter lump forming in my throat. I couldn't throw up or swallow it. The ten-year-old Diana, the 17-year-old Diana... I had spent years trying to fuse all those cherished versions of her into the woman standing before me.

He even patted Damian on the shoulder, seeking justification for his actions. "Yes. I've been dreaming about Miss Pearl for the past few weeks. I didn't expect to meet her today." Damian made a casual apology. "Don't make this up!" Taggart rebuked Damian. Damian smiled arrogantly. "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but I'm telling the truth. According to Shaman, the girl in my dream is my destiny. So Pearl is my destiny as a mate." "Unbelievable. You want to conquer and take what I have." Damian is increasingly successful in provoking Taggart's madness. Taggart rushed forward to hit Damian, but Bruce blocked him.

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 ..."

“Didn’t you?” Hope stared. The Dreamer raised its hand. A golden image appeared. Hope saw herself standing before three doors. One contained her family. One contained Adrian. One contained the peaceful world before her. The Dreamer spoke. “You said you wanted a life without sacrifice.” Hope looked at the image. “And?” “You chose peace.” Hope shook her head. “No. I would never choose a life without Adrian.” The Dreamer smiled. “Then why are you crying?” Hope touched her face. Tears were falling.

Mean while Damian woke up from the same erotic dream, he was sweating and breati ng heavily, he looked at his member and it was standing upright stearing at him, his breath gradually came down and he said to him self " where the hell are you mate, stop tommenting me" then he stood up to take a cold shower, after some tome he came out wrapped around a towel into his room, he moved to his closet and picked up a black denim trouser, a black calvin klein t-shirt, and a black jacket to follow, he then wore a black timberland boot, his feature was so alluring that any one who saw him will fear him and fall in love with him automatically

"I'm not seeing anything you know." "Really? But I can see it clearly. Even those windows and the polished pale curtain and the portrait on the wall. It wasn't there earlier, right?" Damian added and surveyed the place. It felt to him like it was a different cottage. He felt like watching a different chamber. Diana glanced at him in astonishment. Must he still be dreaming? Or was he watching someone else's memory? He did confess that he had an odd ability. And the Elder tells him about being a Dream dweller. "I can't see anything Damian," Diana added and watched the boy carefully this time. "...Tell me more. What you see must be a clue or you are in someone else's dream or…"