Lost Dreams Novelas e Histórias

Aloof, unreachable, far away, and my heart broke into a million pieces. That night was the first and last time I ever felt that there was a glimmer of hope that you loved me back, but just like that, you killed my hopes away. I prayed to God you will become that woman who held me and kissed me to sleep but that woman never came back. You were always drunk and unhappy, slowly, all my hopes went away. You know looking back, I guess that was when I realized you knew.

------- TURN BACK TIME by Daniel Schulz -------- We used to run red lights and never look back We used to chase long nights, nothing wrong with that 'Cause I loved you and I lost my mind And now, I try to leave it, oh, I try But you still haunt me, no matter where I go And you hated my lasagna, but you came back for more You got me running circles in your favorite store And I lost you and I lost my mind And now, I try to leave it all behind But I still see you, no matter where I go

I don't think they'd understand it, no I don't think they would accept me, no I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell Yeah it hurts like hell Dreams fight with machines Inside my head like adversaries Come wrestle me free Clean from the war Your heart fits like a key Into the lock on the wall I turn it over, I turn it over But I can't escape I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile

“I’ve had similar dreams.” I looked at him in surprise. “You have?” “Yes. For years now. I thought they were just nightmares or memories I couldn’t quite place. But in them, you’re always there. And Sylvester.” “What happens in your dreams?” I asked. “Different things each time. But it always ends badly. With destruction. With loss.” A chill ran down my spine. “Mine too.” Lydia looked between us with a strange expression. “This is significant. If you’re both having similar dreams…”

Then they will try to position Jemisha as the best candidate for Ambrose or Silas. She can go with Silas. I don’t care. Those two are clearly meant for one another. I’m not worried about Ambrose, though. He sees right through Jemisha. I keep wanting my revenge, though. I will have it. Something I want to figure out, though, is how to make the dreams from my past life stop. Ambrose has mentioned more than once that I dream about the pup I lost. I want to go to a strip mall that I looked up. I noted a store that helps with dreams, chakras, and other things. I’m hoping to find a remedy. Ambrose made sure not to let a cameraman follow me.

A single wish. What if none of them had to end? The vision disappeared. Ama gasped. The First Dreamer spoke again. I loved every world I imagined. I could not bear to lose them. The words carried no hatred. No rage. Only grief. The grief of someone who had watched infinite dreams disappear. The Keeper's loneliness. The First Dreamer's sorrow. Suddenly, Ama understood. The Sea of Possibilities. The Keeper. The breach. The Threshold. They had all been born from the same tragedy.

“I’m sorry. You know how important it is for his pup.” I nod, because I do see. I was reaching when I thought he would answer my call. He has a family on the way, who am I, an unclaimed mate compared to that? I’ve sunk so low in Lor’s regard that there’s no rising back up. The fear I’ve been trying so hard to suppress with my thin hope of him surges. One of these days, I will disappear and I will never come back. I am scared that the dreams that haunt me, unknown hands groping me, poking me, the terror from not being able to do a single thing, are from the suppressed memories. I’ve never told anyone of the dreams but I’m terrified of faceless creatures invading my privacy, having their way w

The loss and grief threatened to consume him entirely, but he knew he had to persevere. Morning arrived with a soft golden glow filtering through the forest, awakening him from his troubled slumber. Determined to forge ahead, he rose with renewed determination and continued his arduous journey. As he neared the old campsite where his pack had met their tragic end, a pang of sorrow reverberated through his heart. The atmosphere itself seemed to mourn their loss, and the air was dense with grim remembrances. Upon reaching the charred remnants of the camp, Damon was struck by a chilling realization. The secret room, where they once kept their most valuable possessions, had been violated, leavin

Lucas sighed deeply. Lucas promised that if Luna didn't improve by tonight, he would take her to the doctor in the morning. He closed his eyes next to Luna, eventually succumbing to the world of dreams. The dark sky adorned with stars and the vast expanse of the sea became the ceiling for Lucas and Amerika, both lost in their dreams. They hesitated to leave their slumber, particularly Lucas, who was so deeply asleep that he didn't notice Luna waking up and rushing back to the bathroom.

Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance. But no amount of training kept the nightmares away. Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin. And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat. And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will. He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.