Novel & Cerita Lost Dreams

“We were supposed to grow old together. We were going to build the mansion together. We were supposed to raise pups together. I didn’t even bother making extra rooms on our side of the wing. It’s all wrong.” He rubbed my back as I broke. Eventually, he just wrapped his arms around me tight. My hands snaked under his arms and gripped the back of his shirt like I was holding onto our dreams still. I’d mourned Aelia, but this was the first time I felt like I was finally tackling the loss of my dreams. It may have been childish, holding onto something that we built when we were kids. Still, I continued to hope. The very last thing I had left was hope. “I have nothing left.”

Didn't manage more than an hour before nightmares woke me up. Nightmares of three men in black. Of Lysander bleeding on my floor. Of losing the ring to people who'd use it for things I couldn't imagine. And hoped that whoever sent those men wasn't already planning their next attempt.

And his red eyes will haunt her forever. She lays down, trying to avoid the most pain but he bruised her whole body. After a few tries she could settle and she finally drifts to sleep with the last though and hope that she will never wake up again. She Dreams about Landon and their moments they shared. She dreams about Jarek, about ehat could have been, leaving her crying in her sleep.

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

It wasn’t just the loss of Earnest; it was the loss of their future, the meticulously crafted tapestry of dreams she had woven around their shared life. The vacations they had planned, the cozy evenings by the fire, the whispered promises of forever – all of it had dissolved into smoke, leaving behind a void so vast it threatened to swallow her whole. She was adrift, a ship without a sail, tossed about by the turbulent waves of her emotions.

They fell — not through space, but through memory. The circle’s light stretched into an endless tunnel of scenes: fragments of the moon breaking, wolves howling beneath it, a woman in a bloodstained gown raising her hands to the sky, whispering the first vow. The images blurred and merged, all centering on Serenya’s glowing sigil. Kaelen’s hand was the only anchor she had left. The world roared around them, time collapsing into a single, endless descent. Her double’s voice followed them — distant now, furious.

Sometimes they feel so real, too real and too vivid that sometimes I wake up crying and I don’t know why or even remember why! 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒁𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑨’𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕…..

Cold and detached. Our contract sealing our fate. Love lost in a sea of hurt and regret. ###############

I didn't lose you, I lost myself.. In the darkness of your thoughts, Of your dreams.. Of our beautiful memories... I lost my smile.. Not because of you But the mistake that was done by me.. To lose the other part of me... I want it back.. Till it's too late to fight back Till it's too late to win back.. Till it's too late to lose the hope of getting you back.. ____________________________________________________

The once vivid dreams of becoming Luna had crumbled, replaced by the harsh reality of deceit and betrayal. As dawn approached, weary and burdened, I vanished into the shadows, seeking refuge from the storm I had unwittingly unleashed. The echoes of my tears lingered, a haunting melody beneath the moonlit canopy, weaving a tale of love gone astray and the shadows that threatened to engulf me.