Love Of Dream Novels & Stories

Sir Migs nodded, understanding. At that moment, I realized something about love. Love is an adventure—an endless journey of conversations, shared silences, and something more physical, all of it overwhelming sometimes. It can be intoxicating, like floating inside a dream. But dreams, I reminded myself, can lead in two ways: to fairytales… or nightmares.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

In that dream I was lovers with Darius, he was not after his goal to remove as many humans as possible, he was just focused on loving me. I like Darius, the bad boy vibes, but his wickedness and evil plans keep on separating us from each other, in that dream he told me something, he told me he loves me. I felt like calling the stars down from the sky and living a day that never dies, changing the world for him, all the impossible I wanted to do. I wanted to hold him close under the rain, every time I felt his touch in that dream I become a hero, I feel like making him save wherever he is, and I wanted to bring him everything he asks for.

Until then, I find solace in the warmth of my hugging pillow, my heart filled with the promise of love's sweet embrace. In the realm of dreams, love knows no boundaries, and the possibilities are endless. And with each passing night, I fall deeper into the depths of love's embrace, eagerly awaiting the day when dreams and reality collide, and my heart finds its home in the arms of the one who has captured my soul—Mick.

"All I'm asking is that she do a match to save our children!" I looked at them, their voices rising as though I wasn't even there, and spoke flatly. "So this is your love, huh, Wayne? How disgusting!" "No, it's not like that, Arden! I would never put you in danger. I only agreed to her plan as a stopgap—I have nothing to do with her anymore!"

You do not need phone or something when Lilly is there she is complete fun. "Thanks ,but this is not the way you wake someone on their birthday". "Well I don't want to but you are not waking up and seeing your sweaty head I got hint that you are seeing that dream again so I thought to save you ", she explain herself. "So tell me, I save you this time?" She asked, no said while flipping her hair. "No". 'You come Too late' I replied pressurising on too. Well Lilly know about my weird dreams and from the day I tell her she is obsessed with saving me. It's like some drama for her where you wait for another episode to know what's gonna happen. She did the same.

NORA Nora lays on the bed fantasizing about Spence, they have spoken that day yet it still feels like a dream, she wonders if this is how her mind will keep being preoccupied with his thought "Is this love?" Well, she loves it, at least she has more than work and what to cook to think about now. Her mom knocks on her door and walks in "Nora, how are you?" Nora sits up as she sees her mom's face "I'm fine mom, what's wrong? You look troubled"

“Of course not. You asked a simple question that deserves an answer, and so I am going to answer you now.” “No, it is not that I don’t have a dream of my own. Every prince has a dream, yes? Aside from being a king, a prince can also dream of being a pilot. Though I love the fact that I am getting married to Matriarch Alessandra, whom I love dearly, I also dream of becoming a man of my own, like I was before.” “Speaking of that, Mr. Harrington, love is defined as an emotional and physical attraction between partners, often accompanied by passion and intimacy. Is this so, Mr. Harrington?”

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

It read: “ Aidah love, I'm sorry to leave this way. Oh, how I wished we met on better circumstances, but that didn't happen. I have to leave Nyankpala, I mean Ghana due to some reasons best known to me and I feel my past is catching up to me, but just can't let it. Not just yet. How I wish I could turn back the hand of time. But it's too late. I enjoyed the love we shared and the memories we made, this isn't goodbye yet. I hope our paths cross again someday