Only In Your Dreams Ellie K Wilde นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cecilia POV Ellie's body was quickly sent for cremation after Alex was executed. I saw Layla and Ellie get tortured in my dream for two nights in a row. They were staring at me with wide eyes. It was as if they were begging for a helping hand that I couldn't give. In the end, the scene in my dream changed, and I became the one getting chained and whipped. I woke up with a start, and my body was drenched in sweat. For a moment, the torture I felt in my nightmare seemed to be real.

He drops a kiss on both of their heads, his eyes filled with endless affection, he has completely forgotten about me. Suddenly the pretty lady raises her head and our eyes meet, but she has no eyes, just hollow sockets. She smiles when she sees my fear, “die!!!!!!!!!” she screams her voice manifesting into shockwaves that barrel towards me leveling everything in its way. I gasp as my eyes fly open. My room is cold but my body is covered with sweat and I can’t stop trembling. I reach for the glass of water beside my bed and chug it one go. It goes down wrongly and I start to cough, I cough and cough till my throat feels raw and I’m thirsty all over again. The dreams have come back but only th

she asked, her voice low and soothing. "Elysia had a dream," I said, getting straight to the point. "A nightmare, really. She's been having it for twenty years, and it's always the same. A woman being killed in a terrible way. But this time, she saw the woman's face, and it was hers." Elara's expression turned serious. "Tell me more," she said, her eyes locked onto mine. I recounted Elysia's words, every detail etched into my mind. Elara listened intently, her expression growing more and more concerned.

“Lyla, now.” The growl came again, louder this time, and Lyla didn’t need to be told twice. She backed toward the house, her heart racing as she slipped inside and locked the door. Peering through the window, she saw Eli turn to face the forest, his body tense like a predator preparing to strike. And then, he was gone. That night, Lyla dreamed of wolves. In her dream, she was running through the forest, her bare feet pounding against the earth. The air was alive with the sound of howls and the rustle of leaves. Shadows darted around her, keeping pace, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see their faces.

Milo’s pov I sat alone in the living room, staring at absolutely nothing like a broken TV. The whole mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Creepy-horror-movie quiet. But my head? LOUD. So loud. Like a radio stuck on one channel replaying the same moment a thousand times. Elara. Under me. Breathing hard. Hands clutching my shirt. Legs brushing mine like she didn’t even know she was doing it. And her whisper… That small voice that had been looping in my brain like a cursed ringtone:

“Very rough.” “Your wish will be fulfilled…” Ryder carries Scarlett to the bed. She falls softly on the pillow and provocatively smiles at him. Her fingers are on her shirt and she unbuttons it in a slow manner. Ryder is enticed by her boldness. He picks up the phone and says, “I’ll make sure to carry out every one of your fantasies, Elle.” “Really?” Elle is ecstatic. “I’ll wait for you!” She pauses and adds, “Hector is probably heading my way. I’ll talk to you later!”

I murmured more to myself than to him and to my surprise, it was Elaine. The messy hair, the wrinkled and messy clothes. She was wearing only a white sweater that went below the knee - it was really like one of those little children wearing period clothes. "A bad dream" she said when I asked her what had happened and how could I send her back after hearing this? Elaine had finally improved. Finally seemed to be able to sleep and then the dreams would come back? I couldn’t judge her, night after night I just caught myself asking for the damn phoenix in my mind to get rid of the dreams that could torment me.

“I can be your mate for the night” Ella whispered as she pulled down her gown. She walked seductively to the bed and crawled toward Wilder, wearing a g-string and bra. She lay beside him, rubbing his arm gently. Wilder was turning his head restlessly, he wanted Olivia but the scent he was getting made Wilson very grieved.

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.