It's Just A Dream Right Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Well, this is me, Gia Florence, and my journey to find my Prince Charming. _______________________________________________________ The first chapter is out! I hope you guys like it so far. Stay tuned for the next chapter. How's chapter 1? I hope you guys like it. Don't forget to Vote Comments Share ***** Much love from me. Little Munchkin

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

It's so easy to get it! Is this just a dream?

The 'failed Ivys' began to crawl toward Dante’s unconscious body, and as the ship began to lift, I realized my nightmare was only just beginning. (Watch out for Chapter 248) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

It's like a beautiful dream for me and I don't want to wakeup from it ever. THE END!

It was etched in her mind from previous dreams, and all night, she was fighting the urge to say to hell with it and make love to him for real. A knock came at the door, and Amber set straight up on the couch, realizing she was dreaming again and she was all alone in the living room. “Damn it to hell! This is becoming a serious issue. I swear that felt real.” Amber feeling upset and a little disappointment from the realization she was only dreaming again. Amber opens the door to Alex, which he brought with him food, a fresh cup of coffee, more bags of blood, and his fresh, happy self. “Hello Amber. I bring you gifts.” He chuckles.

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven **** I dreamt of fire that night. Not Kael’s black rage fire. Not my own violet storm. Just… clean flame. Gold at the heart, blue at the edges. Burning steady. Alone, but not lonely. And in the dream, someone stood beside it,not feeding it, not controlling it, just watching the fire burn. Silent. Still and Present. When I woke up, the image stuck to me like smoke. I shook it off.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

"It's nothing, just a scratch—" But before I could finish my words, my vision went black. Days of exhaustion and running around had finally caught up with me, and I fainted. When I woke, I was lying in Wayne's private lounge. My wound had already been bandaged, but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up to grab my phone, and my eyes fell on a notebook on his desk. Curiosity made me flip it open. Every page was filled with Wayne's handwriting. 'Naomi likes sour food. After meals, take her for a walk to help with digestion.'

And for the first time in four days, I sleep without dreaming of running. End of Chapter 139