Lost In A Reverie Novels & Stories

"I used to be afraid of you long ago.” His smile became more pronounced, but his jaw twitched. "We'll see about it." I turned to go away. Every nerve in my body cried out to get me away from there. But the world slanted the moment I started to walk. My vision became hazy. My voice stopped. Something seemed off. My sight's borders darkened, my limbs slowed down. My ears started to ring distantly. Holding the back of a neighbouring chair, I attempted to calm myself but my legs fell under me. I hardly registered Dorian's voice—low, arrogant, triumphant. " Sleep tight, darling." His smile, hovering above me like a spectre, was the last thing I saw before the gloom enveloped me whole.

She simply whispered to herself, “Loss doesn’t need revenge. It only needs truth.” And somewhere in the quiet night, Revan finally understood— This wasn’t a storm. It was the consequence he could no longer outrun.

Fear wrapped its cold claws around my spine as tears clothed my eyes. “Isla!” I called again, tottering down the Volcano away from the creeping Lava and it grew scarier for me as I crept downwards because I kept thinking ‘What if I had passed her already’. “ISLA!” I poured out all the air in my lungs as tears squeezed out my eyes. Thick black smoke was clouding my vision, making it hard to see and making it hard to breathe— making it hard to find her. This can’t happen. I can’t lose Isla. The Reigns can replace its Queen but no one— no fucking one can replace Isla.

Slumped on a roadside bench, unshaven and dressed in creased clothes, he bore no resemblance to the commanding Alpha of the past. When he saw me, he immediately stood up. "Maya, can we talk?" he asked, nervously wringing his hands. "There's nothing to talk about, my ex-mate. You were the one who wanted to leave with nothing. Don't tell me you regret it now?" "No, it's not about money," Ethan replied, his eyes red. "All I'm saying is I regret it, Maya. I shouldn't have let myself be blinded by a moment of passion, nor should I have doubted you."

"There's nothing between us anymore, Tyler. Please respect my boundaries and leave me alone." I wanted to sidestep him and leave, but he stretched out an arm to stop me again. Tears filled his eyes as he gazed at me. "I didn't want to leave you jilted, Rory. I just felt lost and wanted to clear my mind. You said you wouldn't marry anyone but me, and I thought you wouldn't leave me. I thought you would wait for me to come back." What made him think I would wait for him for seven years? Years, not days.

Something that came and went so quickly, that he almost missed it, being drowned in his reverie of grief. There was a flicker in the flames.

I had idealized my perfect marriage, with the perfect man. However, as I grew older and experienced the pain caused by my relationships, I gave up. As a mature, wounded woman, I believed this moment would never come—that I would never get married, that dream was lost. I had lost faith. But life surprised me by bringing Alex into my path. Now, as I relived this moment, it was even more perfect than I had dreamed, and it was with a man far better than I had ever imagined. Seeing that perfect man waiting for me with all his love, my heart raced. My dream had come true.

But Jim loves big crowds, and Reverie hates getting too much attention. There was an incident when both of them are in grade school. Reverie happened to have a friend. She barely talks to people, so that is something new. They were happy, and everything seems normal, not until she introduced her cards. It didn’t turn out well since Reverie unknowingly used her cards to move her around. It was never her intention, and that girl never understands Reverie’s case. Luckily, Jim was around. That girl was forced to move out of town, and Reverie decided not to have a friend since then.

"Daughter? Husband? You swore you'd never marry anyone but me. You're just mad, saying this to get back at me, right?" I stared, unyielding. The rims of his eyes reddened. He was filled with pain and confusion. I was surprised. Even when his mom passed away, he wasn't so broken. "How could you break our promise? How could you be so cruel to me?" he asked, reproachful. I sighed, "Are you blaming me? But you betrayed me first." He froze, his lips trembling. "Nothing was going on between me and Olive." I cut him off with a sneer. "Betrayal isn't just physical. The moment your heart wavered, we were done."

My fingers caress the keys as I start to play the song that brings back a thousand painful memories and, with it, a solitary tear. Rêverie, L.68.