Romans & histoires My Dream Of You Book

Eventually, the attacker crumpled to the ground and Vida’s savior turned his attention on her. “You should be safe now.” He said, moving towards her, as he closed in, this new person planted a passionate kiss on her, and Vida kissed back with all her might. “What the hell…?” Vida said out loud, breaking the reverie, her cheeks were burning red as she thought of the ending of that dream. She stared at the glass of water, apparently checking if there was something in it that made her dream those kinds of things. She poured it all out in the sink and saw a fantasy book on the counter. “Oh. For fuck’s sake, these damn fantasy novels. They’re starting to find their way into my own dreams!” She mo

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

Ayla sighed. “When we were in Daya’s cave, I had a dream.” She never told him about that dream. “I dreamed of me, of us. We were older, and I was… pregnant.” Rhobart’s eyes fell on her flat stomach, yearning in his dark gaze. She cleared her throat. “It was in this dream that I learned of a book, the forgotten book. I went into the tunnel to look for it,” she finally confessed. Rhobart was silent for a moment. “Why haven’t you told me anything about this book until now? Don’t you trust me?”

Authors Note. Hey Readers! I am happy to be here! I am now writing one of my dream books! It's dedicated to all girls. Especially the ones who are suffering from gender stereotypes. Don't worry, you aren't alone. To the Dreamers. Never give up on your dream no matter the situation you are in. Go for it! If you can think it then you can do it! And here I present to you, My book titled, Persistence! A story of a girl who believed in the beauty of her dreams.

Ronin and Sia got to relax. Ronin released Sia from his tight grip and they got a little separated but still holding each other’s hand. Sia said to Ronin, “I have to tell you something.” Ronin asked her, “What?” “I had a dream today and there was someone in my dreamland telling me to read the book but I didn't hear the name of the book because I woke up from the sleep and my dream got broken up.” “Really? you have this dream?” Ronin asked Sia with a shocked

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.”

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

"I dream of fire that doesn’t burn. Of cities I’ve never seen but know every street of. Of a woman with your hands, writing my name over and over in a notebook that smells like rain even when it’s bone dry. I dream of the day you closed the book and left me in the dark. Do you dream of me?" She does not answer. Cannot. For weeks now, fragments have haunted her sleep—flashes of a man in black standing at the edge of a field gone to ash, his face lost in shadow, his hand outstretched as if he wants her to take it. She has told herself they are just guilt, just her mind picking at an old project she abandoned three years ago. She has never allowed herself to consider that he might be dreaming t

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1