I Ve Got A Dream Tangled Novels & Stories

“‘I got cast in a reality show and I’m about to become famous’ big?” Mica wiggled her brows. [“Bigger.”] Cassie leaned even closer. [“Like, ‘found a sugar daddy’ big?”] Mica burst out laughing. [“No, you idiot!”] Gladz rolled her eyes. [“Then what? Just give us a hint or something.”] Mica only grinned, tight-lipped and smug. The three of us exchanged glances, silently reaching the same conclusion. [“Well, damn. Now we have to come,”] Cassie muttered, shaking her head. [“See you in an hour! We’ll pick you up, Eliana babe! Go get ready!”]

Tears blurred my vision. These past few months I thought even me, a person with so much darkness inside me that it was even hard to see anything past my cold eyes, could dream. Here I found humanity, protection, joy, happiness and love. I found a family that I’d never had before. I found things that I never thought I could ever experience. Carmelo made me believe that even I could dream like everybody else. That I was worthy of happiness. That the dark chaos inside did not define me.

He walked 99 steps toward me, making me believe that there was someone who could truly love me in this world, enough for me to take the final step myself. I once believed that step would lead me to a lifetime of peace, until the day I was brought back into the Liddell family.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

As much as I was amused by this fact, I was pissed as well, wondering who the hell was the woman in his dream. ‘You’ve ruined my mind, leech. I can’t let you dream about someone else either.’ With that, I stepped closer to him and whatever happened next was known to everyone until he started drinking blood from me. How dare he? He wasn’t going to have my blood until he apologize to me. I started fighting with him but his grip around me wasn’t less than a death grip. I had a knife in my hand, and was about to stab him, knowing that he wouldn’t die with just a little injury.

I dreamt of it. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| I slipped into the peach-colored bridesmaid dress, feeling its soft fabric cascade down my body. The slit on my right leg added a touch of elegance, while my hair, tied up in a loose bun with a few locks framing my face, completed the look. I applied a swipe of lipstick, then turned to see Kirill, my boyfriend, dressed in his tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever.

I gently picked up the phone and what I saw there really shook me to the core, I shook my head vehemently hoping this was just some thoughts creeping into my mind, I even pinched myself to wake up from the scene if it was to be some bad dream but this is a reality. "No, this doesn't make any sense" My voice came out croaky. "This must have been photoshopped. Where did you get this?" I asked Andrew as I couldn't make any sense of what I was seeing in the picture. "I guess Photoshop also has your exact type of robe…. and…" Andrew's voice trailed off a bit, his eyes were fiery like a raging fire. "And your rough hair in the picture is also a perfect work of Photoshop." Andrew added sarcasticall

"All that black and those sunglasses—are you trying to audition for a Bond villain?" His lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost. "Less talking, Mrs. Creek." The car lurched forward, taking off behind Aidan's Tesla. Mrs. Creek?" I echoed, blinking. The name sounded so foreign, so wrong. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. The fight had been sucked out of me, leaving only the hollow ache of exhaustion. Memories of my parents flickered through my mind unbidden. If they were still alive, none of this would be happening.

"You’re finally going mad." I had dreamed about Jaxx. Not just a soft memory. Not even a subtle flash. No. My brain went full X-rated cinema and I starred as the needy, panting heroine while he ruined me all over again. Shit. The knock came again, firmer this time. I rolled my eyes, groaning as I forced my legs to move, my body still sensitive from the dream. I padded across the room, cursing under my breath, my legs awkward like a newborn deer.

He was known for his high taste, and Tessy didn't fit into that category. However, he saw the fire in her and finding out that she sold drugs stamped that fact. He wanted her badly, and her secret gave him room to ask for as much as he wanted. That was why he found the courage to cock a brow at her and smirk as she tried to process his words. So, he used the time to lean back on the couch, patiently waiting for her answer.