Novel & Cerita Nunca Dejes De Soñar

Then I start singing. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ Whether I remain there or not baby, just remain there somewhere in me. When I get the last sleep, keeps coming in my dreams... This is all I have to tell you... This is all I have to tell you... ______________________________ ______________________________ Someday if there is rain, Just think that I am there in the drops...

“I want you, Roberts. I want you to be mine.” “I don’t know if that is possible, Cole,” I said barely audibly, feeling really raw. “Do you intend to see him again?” “No. I - I can’t,” I said with an aching heart. “Then why not?” he asked earnestly. “Tell me why you can’t give us a chance.” ‘Yes, Estera, why not?’ a voice resounded in my head.

he replied, his voice louder than the music. “I know, right?” I laughed, matching his steps. The song changed to a slow beat. I was already tired, but the persistent Enzo convinced me to stay for one more. “One more” he begged. “Ugh, fine,” I agreed, placing my arms over his shoulders. “So... what’s your type?” he whispered in my ear, his hands resting at my sides. “Don’t think I have one,” I said, laughing. I haven’t really fallen in love before. All my life, I’ve only cared for my brother, and that...is enough for me"i smiled at him

"I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again." But Bradley stepped closer, eyes locked on mine. "What did he mean by 'losing another baby' last night?"

Tiana’s POV Buzzzzz. Buzzzzz. Buzzzzz. The vibration wasn’t just a sound; it was a rhythmic, mechanical intrusion that travelled through the wooden bedframe, up into the mattress, and seemed to rattle directly against the base of my skull. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow, trying to cling to the fading remnants of my dream. It had been the same one again: the suffocating mist, the shrinking door, and that version of Ben with the hollow, terrifying eyes.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

“Please… do everything you can so it goes away. Everything.” “Trust me,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m not going anywhere without a fight. Now get some rest. You sound exhausted.”

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"I haven't been eating properly. It'll correct itself." "In that man's house." "Mum." "I'm not starting anything." Neva came to stand beside her at the glass. For a moment neither of them spoke. The city moved below them, indifferent and constant. "I just need to say one thing and then I won't say it again." Corinna closed her eyes briefly. "Say it."

You’re still here. You’re still here. You’re still here. But the dream wouldn’t leave me. Not even now.