Novel & Cerita Nct Dream My First And Last

I put on an anxious and helpless face. "Don’t jinx my son!" Mom immediately covered my mouth, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled me toward the stairs. "Wait, Mom. You go first. It’s cold outside. I’ll grab a coat for you." Pretending to fetch a coat, I let her go ahead. In my previous life, I had fallen down those stairs on the fifth floor. This time, something felt off. What was with people lying in wait in the stairwell to push me until I tumbled down?

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Shanice waited for a minute, drew in a deep breath and started singing. Shanice moved to my childhood town in 10th grade and we’ve been inseparable since then. It was me, her and Caleb until he left and it became just two of us. We had left the comfort of our small town a couple of years after high school for the big city, to earn money and live our lives. We rented our first one bedroom apartment together, a shitty leaky one until we recently moved to a more decent two bedroom apartment. Shanice was a natural born singer, but she never made any push until she was offered a gig by Jay, the bar’s manager. Her first performance was so good that the owner of the bar offered her a permanent job

He didn't even bother to fake it. … That night, Ambrose took a phone call and left in a rush. Not long after, Nellie sent me a message. It was a mirror selfie, and she was wearing my wedding dress. Ambrose, on the other hand, was crouched beside her. He was carefully adjusting the hem. She wrote, "Oh no, what do I do now? Your fiancé says I look better in it." Nellie never missed a chance to flaunt. Back then, she boasted about how much Kendrick adored her. Now, it was Ambrose.

that she had placed on the cake herself. I curled my hand into a tight fist. My disappointment was immeasurable when I glared at Matthew. "Matthew, don't you know that Lyanna has a mango allergy?" "Of course, I don't. Luna, I'm Michael. How would I know that?" Matthew blurted out as he averted his gaze.

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.]

Hearing the cheerful question, Sung-ho replied blankly, "I'm good. How are you, Myung-dae?" Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this?' Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade...." Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought.

I was eager for slumber to rescue me from the madness. It wasn’t long before Marc entered my dreams. He tried to talk reason with me while sticking to his ludicrous story, but I forcefully pushed him away. For the first time since the dreaming began, I was in control enough to say, “no more”. Marc’s face reflected his sadness and worry as he faded away. I wondered why it took me so long to discover I had this power while my mind drifted off into the wells of oblivion.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

The leaves rustling intermingled with the bustle of my friends. The chilly wind caressed my frozen cheeks. My feet were as heavy as lead, but my body was as light as a feather. Taking in the surreal sensory experience, every vivid sensation reminded me painfully of the fact that I was still alive. While immersing myself in the pain, a familiar voice called out to me. "Aria! Move your ass and help us with the tents!" I reluctantly opened my eyes and turned to look at where Nathan's voice came from.