روايات وقصص ضمن In Your Dreams Holden Rhodes

As I grappled with the echoes of the dream, I sought the counsel of an old confidant, my steadfast friend, Carlile. In the dimly lit chamber that served as our makeshift sanctuary, I recounted the vivid details of the dream to Carlile. The air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken truths, and Carlile, ever perceptive, absorbed the gravity of the situation. The lines etched on his weathered face bore witness to a shared history, one marred by the shadows that clung to my existence. "So, you see it too—the inevitable end that awaits me in those dreams," I confessed, my words laden with a mixture of resignation and determination.

“You only allow what’s necessary.” “That’s how I stay in control.” “And what happens when control isn’t enough?” He looked away. “I don’t let it get there.” That night, Elena dreamed of the basement again. Concrete. Cold. A shadow moving too fast. She woke with a gasp. Holden was already at her side. “I’m here,” he said instantly. She grabbed his wrist, fingers trembling. “Don’t go,” she whispered. His breath caught. “I’m not going anywhere.” She held on longer than necessary.

Was it a dream? ***

Ruby's POV It was a dream that sent shivers down my spine, leaving me both shocked and uncertain of how to react. In this surreal dreamscape, I had stumbled upon Alpha Ralph and Elena, and the sight had been unexpected, to say the least. In the dream, I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. Alpha Ralph and Elena were locked in an intimate embrace, their connection undeniable. It was as if I had invaded a sacred space, an intrusion into their private moment.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

But I was glad that it was just a dream. And then I heard it, the footsteps. Low, heavy, and steady coming towards my door. "Miss Dankworth, Jane?" His male voice which I couldn't mistake for anyone else. James Carville. I would prefer it if he just stopped calling me Mias Dankworth and just stick to Jane. I could tell from his voice that he didn't sleep a wink, softer than I'd ever heard it. Then the door opened, just enough for light from the hall to spill in. He was still in his black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his eyes scanning the room before finding me, and stopping.

Raymond's voice cracked as he exclaimed, "Melanie, they say you left with Vincent. Are you still mad at me? I really messed up. Can you forgive me? Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you." There was a long pause on the other end before a chillingly cold voice said, "This is Vincent."

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

Miles wore an ill-fitting suit, his eyes wide and round. He looked at me in confusion, then pointed at himself, his mouth forming a perfect O. “Huh? “Me?” I bent down and sat in the armchair across from him. “Mr. Langford, you’ve been handling Harbor City’s fuel trades all this time, haven’t you? “Don’t you want to scale it up?” Miles froze, his finger still resting on his phone screen.

“Maybe it is a coincidence. Or maybe you are seeing what you want to see because you miss him.” Rhydian laughed once, short and sharp. “Miss him? I buried him, Soren. I washed blood off my hands for hours after. Do not talk about missing him like you know what that feels like.” “I do not,” I shot back. “But I know what it feels like to wake up scared that something inside you is not yours. These dreams last night? They felt real. Too real. Like hands on me that I never felt before.” His eyes softened just a fraction. “What happened in the dreams?”