Novel & Cerita I Still Dream About You A Novel

So what are you doing here" "I came to get to novel" "Same here,a new novel precisely, titled"TO THE GIRL I LOVE"by Author Blessing Adebayo"he said looking into her eyes while telling her like be was passing a message.. "Same author,mine is"HIGH STAKES OF LOVING ME"she said smiling as she got his message his was trying to pass.. "Wow, it's name really looks intriguing" "I bet it did"she looked at his hands and saw a teddy bear,"it's doesn't seems like this was the first place you came to today"

When we are so close that we are practically breathing each others air, she adds, "I've been having dreams, dreams that are related to this murder cases. And I need to know why I am having them." "What?" "I have been having dreams Kael. Weird dreams and the book too. It all points to the murders, if I am not meant to be involved in the case then I will not be having them." "What book?" "A book I picked up from the library. It was a kind of letter-ish poem book. It had three entries, and I do not know how to explain it but it seems like whoever wrote that book wants me to find them." Everything Lilac is saying does not even make any sense, she is only human. How the hell did she get warped up

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

Ivanna Striding between the rows of shelves, I scan through all the books. It's been a long time since I got new ones. Honestly, I don't find the time for reading anymore. "What about this one?" Christian grabs a copy of 'IT ENDS WITH US "Do you think I haven't read it yet?" I chuckle. "It's my favourite one. I told you already" Twitching his lips, he puts it back on the shelf. "You have so many favourites''

I feel a massive JOLT. I wake up sweating and panting as if it really did happen. It feels like it did, but I know it was only a dream; however, my panties are now soaked with my juices. I smile and growl to myself in frustration because it was just a dream...a really GOOD dream. I lay back down and try to go back to that euphoric dream. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel! Like it? Comment below and tell me what you like!

He was someone I yearned to see in my dreams, and I often found myself falling into dreamland just to see him. The dreams started tame, nothing too weird happening, although as I got older, they became worse and more frequent. For the past three nights, I have dreamed of this man getting shot before my very eyes. I'd watch him fall to the ground before calling out my name. Even now, as I thought about it, I could feel the sheer horror seep within my skin. Clasping her hands together, Grandmamma sighed. "Maybe it's someone you used to know." Smiling, she began to stand.

Alora’s POV I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to my mind. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling a rare sense of happiness wash over me. The book I read yesterday had seeped into my dreams, transporting me to a world where love was pure, uncomplicated, and all-consuming. The story was a whirlwind of emotions, a classic enemies-to-lovers romance that started with sharp, witty banter between the protagonists and slowly unfolded into a deep, passionate connection.

Her feet bare, she climbs into my bed, “You okay?” I wipe the cold sweat off my face, my heartrate not altogether steady. “Just a nightmare, I guess. A stupid dream.” Beth looks concerned, “What was it about?” I open my mouth and then blink, feeling like a curtain of obscurity has been cast inside my head. “You know,” I feel the fear begin to recede, “I don’t really remember.” Beth tilts her head, her long golden-haired braid falling to one side, her soft blue eyes still filled with sleep. “Well, maybe it was just one of those stress-induced dreams. I used to have them all the time after my parents died and James moved in.”

The sunlight was bright, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Those dark years when I was imprisoned felt like a distant nightmare. But now, my restless dream was finally over. My life had only just begun. My phone on the desk vibrated. It was a picture message from an unfamiliar number. It was a photo. Inside a ruined shack, two beggars who barely looked human curled up in a corner, fighting over a moldy piece of bread. I recognized them as Kyle and Jessica. Below the photo was a line of text. [This month's update.]

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.