My Dreams Are All Dead And Buried นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But now, as he lay in the darkness, those dreams faded away like mist under the morning sun, leaving only the harsh reality of an empty bed. D'Andre was not one to show vulnerability, especially to his friends, but in these moments of solitude, he allowed himself to grieve. The tears flowed freely, a silent testament to the ache in his heart. He longed for Maiari, for the family they had talked about, for a future that seemed more distant with each passing day.

If I could be liked and fulfilled for my fold. I too see. I too want to see the fulfillment of my dream. But reality doesn’t agree to it. My desires carry no worth. There is blood on the walls. Someone has not all night slept. Someone is loud weeping. Someone’s only child is dead. Buried below the earth are many who never slept. Many who above earth weep, for their child is below the earth. All buried. The society doesn’t heal. There is pain. There is panic. I do not believe in any church that stands tall.

We would sneak around to bury our dead ourselves because we couldn’t be caught giving them proper burial rites. With each body that we lowered to the ground, we’re dreams that were never birthed. I didn’t always know how much I connected with everyone until they were six feet under. Then I’d think of the stolen moments of happiness we had when no one was looking, the dreams we shared how I envied every bright mind that wanted to be something while I had no dream of my own or aspired to be anything. I was seventeen for the first few months I was there but I knew I had it coming too. I just couldn’t die. I couldn’t die knowing my brother was somewhere out there with the devil who did this to u

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

(LULLABY OF WOES) “DREAM, DREAM SWEET BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN, DREAM OF A WONDERFUL DREAM, BUT IF YOU WAKE UP A PRIEST BESIDE YOU, HEADLESS AND POOR, WILL TAKE WHAT’S LEFT OF YOU.”

"June's lies." "Oh." "Yeah," he replied. "I've got an idea!" "You do?" "Yup," he replied, popping the 'p'. "How 'bout you go to your room, tuck yourself in bed and have a long sleep. We'll talk tomorrow." "Right." "And you're permitted to dream about Daniel tonight." She smiled. "Good night. You'd better dream of bedbugs and cockroaches."

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

But I had terrible dreams, very scary dreams that seem to last for a whole day. In one of those dreams that I considered to be the most horrifying of them all, I was standing beside an opened casket that was placed close to the graves of my parents. I was wearing white cloth, surrounded by people wearing black. They were all mourning and calling my name at the same time even when I was not dead yet. I could see Jakes among them. Sebastian was beside him, holding a flower and also in full tears. To the other side of Jakes was Joan. She looked more like a friend in that dream than a foe. Then I saw Sophia right behind Jakes.

It’s ironic how four months will just be gone in a single night. “Rest in peace,” I murmur, setting the forged passport inside before closing the lid. Identity number twenty-seven now Officially deceased. A smile ghosts across my lips. It always feels a little ridiculous holding tiny funerals for women who never existed. But then again most of them had lived more interesting lives than the real me. I kick off my heels, retrieving the miniature USB drive hidden inside the hollow heel. It lands softly in my palm. “So,” I whisper.“You were worth killing for.”