Life Is Just A Dream Novels & Stories

he murmured. I smirked. "It can be. But I run a lifestyle blog. So it's more food, travel, home decor, things people love to feel inspired by." "Do you always tell the truth in your stories?" I blinked at the question. It was oddly loaded. "I try to," I said. "Even when it's not obvious. Sometimes the truth is between the lines." He hummed at that, thoughtful, but said nothing more. As we stepped back into the warmth of the party, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just told more than I meant to.

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

The circle is endless, pathetic, and miserable, the circle of my life. The last time I went to the doctor, I had to lie that a huge monster with scary teeth was chasing me in my dreams. That the same monster keeps appearing every day and chasing me. That's my whole life at a glance, the highs and lows. All the happy moments are now nightmares. All the things that used to make me happy just ensure I'm sad every day. That's my whole life in a flash. The story of my life. Dear God…

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

Pain, heartache, loss. They are images from my dreams. Images I know aren’t real but feel less like fantasy than my first life, the life I lived. But in these final moments, I hold both in my heart. Squeezing my eyes even tighter, I take my last breath. Except…it isn’t my last breath.

I say, hissing her name harshly. Death stares at me for a beat too long, then takes my hand, standing up next to me. "I'll try to see if I can pull some strings and see if I can find at least the location of where your family is being held at." "That would help a lot, Death." I say, smiling up at him. Death smiles as well, his face fading away as the dream begins to come to an end. My eyes feel like they are stuck together when I try to open them.

It’s been so long since have ever allowed myself to even dream of a new possibility of a future that isn’t filled with loneliness, I had made my peace with my current life and even cut loose those daydreams I once had. Yeah! A bookstore owner who isn’t a dreamer? That’s me, dreams are for those with the ability to make them happen realistically. And I knew, I knew with my track record a chance at a happy life filled with maybe a husband, family was highly unlikely but now this stranger, this man keeps telling me am his!

"Is that what you said I won't understand?" "Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!"

“Am I dreaming, Loy? Are you here to let me remember what I forgot?” He was silent after I asked him that question. I thought he wouldn’t answer it, but to my surprise, he opened his mouth and told me, “What do you think? Life is just a series of dreams, Merchaiass. It’s up to you if you’ll label them as dreams or reality.” “What do you mean?” “I just meant one thing, boy. I’ll continue to chase you even in hell.”

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