Novel & Cerita My Dream Book

Rex's POV Falling asleep that night was harder than I expected. I guess the adrenaline of what tomorrow could bring just wouldn’t let my mind rest. But eventually, after tossing and turning, I found enough peace to drift off. That’s when the dream hit me. It was about the book. The symbol on its cover came to life, glowing and pulsing, whispering over and over—“It’s almost time.” Time for what? It wouldn’t say. That phrase kept echoing until I jolted awake, heart pounding, sweat clinging to my skin.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use o

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

Out of the blues, Esoesa began giggling, and that diffused the tense situation as everyone paid rapt attention to her. We got home and my parents in law checked into the guest room to get some rest. Osagiede put Eseosa in her crib, because she had slept off in the car on the way back. I went into the room and my eyes were immediately drawn to a shiny object on the dressing table. As I got close to it, my heart began to beat faster. I would know that book anywhere. It was the infamous diary, the same one in which I had found out I was a plan B. The same one that my wife had written she didn't love me.

Perhaps the unseen whatever might have dropped a message while I slept. My instincts agreed with me, pushing me in that direction, urging me to retrieve the ancient magic book I had discovered a few weeks ago. I knew deep down that the book held some answers, some clue that might help make sense of my troubling dreams, even though I had a hard time understanding them. With trembling hands, I reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out the worn leather-bound book. Its weight was comforting, as if it held secrets that could unravel the mysteries of my life. Carefully flipping through the pages, my eyes widened in surprise as I discovered a small note tucked within a seemingly blank page.

I shouted and took deep breaths. My body trembled after I had woken, and it all felt too real. My cheeks were wet from tears, and I looked around to confirm I was in Alpha’s chamber and not in that unknown kingdom with an enemy. I touched my stomach, and everything was fine. There was no blood. I wiped the sweat off my face and put the mysterious book away. It was because of the book I had weird dreams. I shouldn’t have read it before bedtime. “It’s fine. Dreams are not reality.” Malessia consoled me.

The sunlight was bright, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Those dark years when I was imprisoned felt like a distant nightmare. But now, my restless dream was finally over. My life had only just begun. My phone on the desk vibrated. It was a picture message from an unfamiliar number. It was a photo. Inside a ruined shack, two beggars who barely looked human curled up in a corner, fighting over a moldy piece of bread. I recognized them as Kyle and Jessica. Below the photo was a line of text. [This month's update.]

And then she wrote, her letters wobbly but brave: Once, a world forgot how to dream. But someone remembered. I want to be someone too. A gentle golden glow spread from the page, lighting the space around her. The book did not close. It did not seal her story in stone. Instead, another blank page unfurled—and then another, and another—offering endless space for every dream not yet dreamed. For this book was not a record, but a garden. Not a history, but a mirror. Not a chain, but a seed.

My conversation with Alpha Nader about the white wolf in my dreams suddenly felt more significant, more urgent. There had been something in the book he had given me, about dreams and ancient bloodlines. "Wait," I said, practically leaping off the bed. "There was something in a book—Alpha Nader gave me this collection of ancient texts, and I remember reading something about dreams." I rushed to my dresser where I'd left the leather-bound volume, my hands trembling slightly as I flipped it open. The aged pages felt delicate under my fingers as I searched for the section I half-remembered reading two weeks ago.