Love Of Dream Novels & Stories

The images filled the room, replacing the darkness. The Temptress hissed. "What is this? Sacrifice? That is just another desire, the desire to be a hero, to be remembered!" "No," Lyra’s voice suddenly rang out directly within the dream. Her form appeared, transparent yet clear. "This is love. And love is stronger than desire." Morat appeared as well, standing by Siron’s side. "Desire takes. Love gives." Gideon, bound by the chains, looked at them. His eyes began to clear. "Love... I love Stefan like my own son. I love the temple and my duty. That isn't desire; that is commitment."

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

CHAPTER 11: Ruby has been having a nightmare-of falling in love in her dreams. She hate all this whenever she found herself hugging and kissing with her enemy in the dreams. She only sees all this as a fake life. Some believe dream were just a drama which can't be true. So she believes the same at this moment.

Her voice was a siren's call, beckoning me to explore the depths of our shared emotions, to dive into the sea of possibilities that our connection holds. In these dreams, time lost its grip on reality, and I was consumed by the profound emotions that blossomed between us. The love that blossomed within me feels authentic, genuine, transcending the boundaries of my conscious existence. It was a love that ignites a flame deep within my heart, a flame that burns with an intensity I could not ignore.

In Luna's gaze, she felt both a grounding force and a profound mystery, piquing her curiosity further. As she continued to gaze at Luna, a surge of affection washed over her—an overwhelming longing to bridge the invisible gulf that had formed between them over the years. "Luna," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and desperation, as if she were reaching out to a distant star. "What’s going on? Why do I keep having these dreams about us?"

Teya sniffled. “I love you,” she said, wiping her eyes. “You are not alone.” There was a painful tug at his heart. Love was as strong and as powerful as he’d dreamt it to be. He saw himself as a monster, but she loved him anyway, as if he were some kind of hero. In that moment, everything was perfect.

Me. “I fell in love with you the day we met,” she admitted quietly. The words shattered something inside me. For a moment I forgot about war entirely. Forgot about nations collapsing. Forgot about power. It was just her. And me. “I can help you rule,” she whispered. “Not through fear. Through hope.” I looked down briefly, struggling to answer. Because the truth was… Part of me wanted it. A life beside her. Peace. Something human. But another part of me knew peace never lasted for people like me.

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

"Let's see. Actually when someone is about to marry, Devil may whisper mischievous illusion into their dreams, so they would turn away from their loved ones. Making them confused, anxious and uncertain. Making them to doubt the choices they make and the commitment they will go through like marriage. So what I'm trying to say is just leave all the thoughts aside which was whispered by the demon and think about the happiness, the joy, the love, and ofcourse new family you will get. From this you will only feel happier." Woah! I never talked this much with her. By the time when I finished with my talking, I saw tears welled up in Wendy's eyes. I swiped the tears using the handki and said,"I bet

There’s no pity in there only pure understanding and something else I cannot name. “But it’s all about hope and doing your best to stay where you want to be because that’s what your heart is telling you,” I argued. It’s easy because designing and planning had been my dreams and goals all along but I cannot say that it’s the same as humans. How can I dream of someone loving me all his life when I am not even on any of his dreams?