Novel & Cerita Mi Sobrina Dormida

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

He kept mumbling in disbelief, "That's impossible! Patricia locked you in my room with me. You must have slept with me!" I took out a few sleeping pills from my pocket and lifted them in the air for everyone to see while I announced out loud, "It was just in your dreams! I added sleeping pills to the drinks I poured for you and Titus that night. Nothing happened between us!" The look on Titus' face changed, and he glared angrily at my mother. My mother cowered in panic when she saw the look Titus threw at her. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

It was beginning to rain outside, I wish I could wash all the stains life has kept on me away. I scooted close to him and placed my head on his chest and my hand around his abdomen. He tensed for a while but later turned me around spooning me. After some time, I heard his even breath on my neck. I concentrated on the warmth I felt and before I could realize I drifted off into slumber too. “wake up, Sleepyhead!”. Someone was replacing my Alarm clock today. I don't remember the last time I slept so peacefully. Elektra was hovering over me with her hands crossed on her chest.

She can already tell the smirk plastered across his face. She rolled her eyes, pretending she didn't hear it. He's flirting... again! "My apologies, Alpha, but I only allow my husband to sleep beside me." She remarked before fixing the floor for her to sleep on. It was cold. So cold. She heard rustles from the bed, hearing some footsteps over the wooden floor. She hurriedly closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep but even before she can feel his presence, Joaquin was already lifting her up into his arms.

I couldn’t trade that for a wealthy heir with perfect cologne. ************ Back home, I stood over the chaos on the bed, clothes piled like they were judging me. I placed my hands on my hips, exhausted just looking at them. Sabrina lay sprawled across the mattress, half folding, and half tossing clothes into the wardrobe, humming along to the playlist we’d danced to at last night’s party. “I saw you two disappear after midnight,” I said with a smirk. “Didn’t even bother saying goodbye.” “Baby girl,” she shot back with a wicked smile, “would you say goodbye if Jason Munoz whispered he couldn’t wait to get you alone?”

I can't think. The floor seems to sway beneath my feet as a violent wave of dizziness crashes over me. "Luca..." My knees give out as I faint, lifeless, into his arms. The last thing I feel is Luca's arms still wrapped around me. …~... The next morning… The bright morning light on my face pulls me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I squint against the brightness, blinking. For a brief, blissful moment, I simply lie there. Then I freeze.

Probably a composite face, or she stole the look of some model I don’t recognize. I’m trying to focus on what she’s saying, but my Latin is rusty. “Somnus. Tantum evigila mandato meo. Servite et vivite. Deficio, et morior.” She hissed before blowing some green shit in my face. I only understood a couple of those words. I heard sleep, live, and die, but everything else was Charlie Brown’s teacher. As I coughed on the green powder, I felt myself free falling. How the hell am I in free fall when I am on the floor? I don’t fucking know. I’m going to blame whatever she blew in my face.

I decide to try it. I head back to Moon's bedroom, remove the sundress and swimsuit, and put on shorts and a tee after a quick, refreshing shower. There are two comfortable chairs in the corner of the room and I curl up in one and begin to read. I fall asleep while José Arcadio Buendía dreams of Macondo. A soft whisper startles me awake. "Señorita?" My head is fuzzy. "Gabriella, I'm sorry. I fell asleep," I say.

Quietly, he flipped the fabric that blocked the entrance and activated his magic. “Oh… she also seems to be fast asleep.” He entered Shadow’s tent and glimpsed at the bed that was occupied by Sabrina.

” And then I sent a quick text message to Wendy,Richard’s wife,that I was coming there very soon. In a matter of minutes we had driven down to the house of Richard Martinez and I ordered Lorenzo to kick the door open which he did swiftly. On the floor,lay Sabrina who looked like she had been crying. She looked so damn innocent and breathtakingly beautiful even with her tear stained face. Her luscious brown hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and her skin was a warm, sun-kissed olive.Her eyes, almond-shaped and a deep shade of hazel, shone as she looked at me nervously and her lips were a soft, natural pink.