I Still Dream About You A Novel の小説・ストーリー

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

"And you did stay away from me. I couldn't contact you for months, and you stopped reaching out. I spent all my time and energy on Lilac, telling myself that I should love Lilac. People at Jesselton College said we were couple goals. "But little did they know, when I was all alone at night, you appeared in my mind. I dreamed about you—the you under the tree, the you wearing a long blue dress, the you with straight, black hair, the you with the mesmerizing smile, the you who was tearing up, the you who was leaving me behind."

I like to think of it all as a terrible dream I might one day wake from. But there is one dream that does haunt me most. In this dream, my fever has broken, and Jessamine is asleep on the chair across from me. She’s in a nightdress, and there’s a book covering her face with an obscene cover. In this dream, my hands and feet aren’t bound, and I can walk just fine without tripping on my vomit. I hover over Jessamine and pull the book back from her sleeping face.

“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

"Finally, the Alpha King has found his true fated mate." "I heard that they're already done with the decorations at the Moon Palace, too." I curled up on the cold bunk bed, shivering all over. Had time really passed so quickly after all? So five years of love and companionship had ended up being so easily replaced by someone else. When I closed my eyes in despair, I suddenly felt a pain in my abdomen. I was stunned for a bit as I instinctively reached for my belly. Seconds later, I felt a new, foreign life force gently responding to me.

“Never in real life though.” Asher’s brows furrowed as he tried to understand. “So you only see them in your dreams?” Callie nodded in response. “I see them in reality, I was attacked by one. See” Asher brought his phone out to show her the photo he had transferred from his camera. Callie’s face contorted in disgust at the sight of the contorted human faces. “I remember this, I saw it in a dream.” She looked at Asher holding his gaze, “but now I’m not sure it was a dream. I think I might’ve jumped to another dimension.”

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.

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

My heart raced, and I slipped my hand into my bag, my fingers closing around a small knife I carried for safety. As the figure drew closer, I whirled and pressed the blade to his throat. "It's me, Serena," he said. I paused, looking up to see Damian's face. Dark circles carved beneath his eyes, exhaustion etched into every line. His voice was soft, almost broken. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" "Sneaking at night is terrifying," I said, putting the knife away. "Here for me?" "Yes," he admitted. "I got the ring. You saved me back then, didn't you?"