I Still Dream About You A Novel Novels & Stories

he said softly. I murmured, “Hmm?” “This. Us. It feels... right.” My chest ached. I wanted to freeze time. To stay in that moment forever. But I didn’t say it. Didn’t ruin it. *** That night, I dreamt again. Only this time, it wasn’t blurry. I was standing in the middle of a grand hallway. Marble floors. Huge staircase. A chandelier hanging like something out of a royal palace. And he was there - but not Levi.

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

A tremor of fear immediately ran inside him as he ran towards her. ****** EXTRA BOOK ALERT! Title: ' Dating My Stalker ' "Do you love me?" I asked. I was tired of his game. Tired of his ruthlessness when it came to treating me. I needed someone. Desperately. "No." He replied without waiting for even a second and pulled the girl that was in his arms closer to his chest. Kissing her deeply in front of my eyes. He followed me to every place that I went to since the day I had stepped inside this college.

"I dream of fire that doesn’t burn. Of cities I’ve never seen but know every street of. Of a woman with your hands, writing my name over and over in a notebook that smells like rain even when it’s bone dry. I dream of the day you closed the book and left me in the dark. Do you dream of me?" She does not answer. Cannot. For weeks now, fragments have haunted her sleep—flashes of a man in black standing at the edge of a field gone to ash, his face lost in shadow, his hand outstretched as if he wants her to take it. She has told herself they are just guilt, just her mind picking at an old project she abandoned three years ago. She has never allowed herself to consider that he might be dreaming t

“No! No! Not anymore!” She wants to run, but there is not even light because the dark fog overcomes the place. Her eyes did not see a single way out. As usual, Kanya became confused and disoriented. “Kanya ... hey, you come again?” The subtle tone of a man who was familiar to her ears greeted her. It's been a year since she wrote her first novel. Every time she writes a murder scene, this man will come in a dark fog in her dreams. The soft sound of footsteps came from the man who greeted her just now. A tall and handsome man with perfect jawlines like an international model — this man only existed in her dreams.

But I was very happy, my novel was back in print for the second time and was liked by many people. The cool wind blows into this room, making my body feel cold. I also decided to close the window, and lock it. Then go to bed and start resting. I just hope that someday I can find true love and a man like Akira or even Prince Kim. Or maybe, those dreams and hopes will become dreams. Gradually the stars and moon left this city. The wind was cool, and the morning dew wet the city. Until slowly the arunika comes to give warmth, the sun that has been waiting for and erase the darkness throughout this city.

“And that we shall. Before you know it, all of this will be but a horrid nightmare.” Isabelle strolled to the window and gazed outside. Finally, the rain had stopped and the street had come alive with pedestrians, rushing around to do their shopping. “I pray I can get rid of this nightmare once and for all. I’d like to leave here without having to call upon my betrothed and beg for money.” Sighing, she folded her arms. “I haven’t heard good things about Viscount Lockwood.” The older woman scrunched her forehead. “Viscount Lockwood? I thought you were betrothed to Mr. Matthew Winston?”

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use o

Get a hold of yourself Melissa, he's already engaged to Keira" I scolded myself mentally. I opened my bag to see what novel I had in it, I'm a lover of fantasy novels because it kind of takes me to another world that doesn't exist, I always put one in my bag, just incase I'm being locked by Derek Houston and his likes in the classroom or stores, at least I will have something to keep me busy till I get someone to free me. I brought out the novel that I have started reading before now, titled, "Adonis" it's a fictional story about shape shifters, although I have only read one chapter, it seems it will be an interesting novel.