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“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Blinking, I felt a peculiar mixture of antsy and horny, my skin bathed in sweat yet cold to the touch, and fingers trembling while curled in the sheets. It was just a dream. I thought quietly. *** A spicy dream lol. Anyways please leave a review it helps others find the book <3

I reached out, pausing an inch away from her wrapped hands, waiting until she slowly, hesitantly slid her fingers out from beneath the fleece to meet mine. "The dream didn't build a perfect version of you," I murmured, gently wrapping my large, scarred hand around her raw fingers. "The dream simply allowed me to see your soul before the world bruised your body. Reality isn't going to break anything, little one. It's just going to give me the chance to prove that I'm real enough to hold you through the daylight, too."

⸻ Every dream needed one. ⸻ Without endings… Nothing had meaning. 💔 ⸻ Yet she couldn’t accept it. ⸻ She loved the dream too much. ⸻ She loved everyone too much. ⸻ She couldn’t let them disappear. ⸻ 🌙 The First Theft The memory shattered. 💥 ⸻ Back in the library… Nyra looked down at the black book. 📖🖤 ⸻ Then finally admitted the truth. ⸻

I fall asleep like that, curled up tight, tears drying on my face, his voice still echoing in my head. I know you're still there. Dream about me. Like I have every night for seven years. And I do. God help me, I do. AUTHOR'S NOTE: FINALLY WE ARE MAKING PROGRESS WITH THESE TWO... WHAT DO Y'ALL THINK OF THIS CHAPTER?

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

If you had asked me what my dream job would be, I wouldn't have told you it was to be the maid of some rich man. No. My dreams had led me down a path of adventure and romance. Freedom to travel and experience the world my mother so feared. I had hoped to escape her fragile portrait of a perfect family and home. And when I went to college I really believed I could one day live out the dreams my late night fantasies conjured up. And don't get me wrong I tried. I went to all my classes, made friends with all the interesting people, I did my assignments, albeit last minute, and even held down a part-time job in the bookshop outside campus. For a while everything looked bright and great. That was

She's testing me by taking Lyanna away and threatening to remarry. However, the more Matthew spoke, the less convincing his words sounded. Although it sounded as if he was simply analyzing the situation at hand, the reality was that Matthew was desperately trying to convince himself that his words were the truth. Although he had dreamed of me removing myself and Lyanna from his life, now that the situation had unfolded according to his wishes, he realized that he had been mistaken. He assumed that he didn't have any feelings for me, but he realized that he couldn't accept that I was trying to disappear from his life.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in for the rest. I wanted the weight. I wanted the truth of him. The truth of him that I had so much wanted, that I had craved so badly. Then he began to sink in completely, overwhelming me. Happiness rippled through me; my lifelong dream of ever sleeping with Jake was coming to pass. He didn't move immediately; he was staring into my eyes and I was staring into his like this was a lifelong dream that would go away if I opened my eyes. So, I dared not close my eyes.