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My eyes were glued to my fingers which I was shyly fumbling with while chomping on my bottom lip. “I—umm—no.” I breathed. “I didn’t perceive you as the naughty kind, I’m impressed.” His husky voice echoed in my ear as he spoke. “Jake—I am not like that.” I tried to justify my actions. “Really now, miss cute? Are you denying the obvious fact that you were having a wild sex dream about a book character? And that you were yelling his name like your life depended on it.” He teased me. “I was dreaming about the book itself and the characters in it.” I managed a lie.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

I joked. “Don’t rush to get married, La. Pursue your dreams first. Sooner or later you will definitely meet your soulmate, rest assured.” Arga started to say seriously. “Hm.” Tonight I talking with Arga via video call until late at night. “Arga, I’m sleepy.” I said. “All right, goodnight, La. HND.” “What is HND?” “Have a nice dream.” I smiled. “Have a nice dream too, Arga.”

After a few minutes,he was out as light and I could here his soft snores. I smile nonetheless,took it upon myself to order some Chinese for him.  Phew. See you guys tomorrow and thank you for your support. Please if you love this book,then you'll love the other books. Chasing Dreams Heal My Heart Grey. Billionaire's Heart.

I swallow, before turning back to him, "I told you, my dreams are often dark. I have only had my usual dreams. The Night Wolf." His gaze falls and he seems lost, and even confused, "Strange." "It is the peculiar question to ask," I manage a grin, "Where you dreaming of me?" I joke. His gaze flashes to mine, quick to answer. "I believed I was." I freeze at his words, but he sighs, handing me the last book, "Perhaps it was just your voice." My fingers stiffen around the book and my heart beats faster the longer hold his gaze. I can not believe he says that. That he dreams of me.

Hello everyone! Sapphirian J here🥰Tanner's Unrelenting Soul is the second book in the When Dreams Become Reality Trilogy. If you have purchased chapters of this book already, please skip to your current chapter to not buy chapters you have already read. Book synopsis: Tanner has all but sworn off relationships altogether. Marriage and babies would never be his thing. Tanner is okay with having a new woman in his bed every week. Then he sees Kaysen, a widowed mother stripping at the local strip club, and the tables are turned. Will Kaysen be the woman to bring Tanner to his knees?

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

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

I managed to get inside swiftly. I let my eyes wander leisurely, scanning the rows of shelves for one that caught my interest. A soft smile graced my lips when I realized the perfect section was standing right before me, waiting like an old friend I hadn’t yet met. With a gentle touch, my fingers glided across the spines of the books, their textured covers whispering promises of stories untold. My gaze danced over the titles, seeking something that resonated, something familiar until one caught my attention. “All About Dreams,” I murmured softly, the words rolling off my tongue as I carefully pulled the book from its place.