I Ve Got A Dream Tangled Novels & Stories

"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.

I had gone home and cried almost all night weeping and fussing over my bad luck at that piece of news. It showed on her face in the picture that she must have been so happy to join that Union. But I know the man in question and I know the kind of person he is. I knew that things weren't going to be as easy as she would have expected them to be. Damien Vance is not the kind of man a woman with dreams Of a Happy home should get involved with. That is one thing I know, which is the very reason I have always done my best to avoid any such interactions between the both of us.

That particular kind of stare that is meant to make you uncomfortable. I looked. Tiffany was three lockers down with her whole group. All of them standing there, arms folded, eyes fixed on me. Tiffany's face was hard. She was not blinking. She was not pretending to do anything else. She just stared at me like I owed her something. I looked at her for two seconds. Then I went back to my books. Maya got to me fast. She came from the direction of the stairs and stopped at my shoulder. "Okay what did you do to them in their dreams?" Maya said. She was looking at Tiffany's group. "Why are they staring at you like you stole from them?"

"Damn it! How dare she! She doesn't have a penny to her name. What does she think, that she and the kids will live on without me? They won't survive! "Yeah, there's no way she actually left me! She can't afford to leave me! She's just throwing a tantrum as always!" He kept mumbling to himself as he tried to call my number, but kept getting a busy signal instead. The sound of bells and carolers drifted in from the streets. He slammed down the gift box in anger, striking the letter I had left him on the coffee table. His heart jerked in his chest as he practically dashed to the table and snatched up the envelope.

“What’s with your boss today? He’s moodier than usual. Did you screw up his coffee order again?” “Not guilty,” Lily whispered back. “He’s… distracted.” Melissa smirked. “Distracted how? Like… romantic distraction?” Lily rolled her eyes so hard they nearly fell out. “Please. The man’s heart is carved out of ice. No, this is something else.” And for once, the banter didn’t feel like a joke. ______________ That night, exhaustion dragged Lily under quickly. But the dreams came fast, sharper than ever. The staircase loomed again—wide, wooden, polished, the kind that echoed with every step. She stood frozen at the top, her breath shallow.

"I—I saw them. The men who want to take me. They were here. They were inside the cabin." "Hey, hey," I said again, my hand steady on her arm feeling her softness. "It's just a dream, baby. You're safe now, I promise. No one can find us here. And even if they do, I would die first before they can lay a finger on you."

The reality of having a woman tied to me again riled me up. I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed the number of my private investigator. He picked up almost immediately. "Sir," he said "I want you to run a background check on Isla. The girl with strawberry blonde hair that works in the Rhode's mansion," I ordered. "On it sir," I hung up immediately, he replied. With folded arms, I stared outside the window. I don't know how many hours I stood there. The heat of the sun that seeped through the window burnt my face.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"