Romans & histoires Out Of My Dreams Book

"It's nothing, just a scratch—" But before I could finish my words, my vision went black. Days of exhaustion and running around had finally caught up with me, and I fainted. When I woke, I was lying in Wayne's private lounge. My wound had already been bandaged, but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up to grab my phone, and my eyes fell on a notebook on his desk. Curiosity made me flip it open. Every page was filled with Wayne's handwriting. 'Naomi likes sour food. After meals, take her for a walk to help with digestion.'

The book pages were almost halfway gone, every single time I have a weird dream, I try to reiterate everything and jot down the experience in the book. The dream I woke up with this morning was different, a completely distinct scenario from the rest. Taking a breath, I started... 'Dear book, Certainly, I am not weird. Although I might be strange in a way. That's what I've been made to believe all my life. You remember the last write-up I had jotted down, about finding myself in a dark realm, surrounded by a few people who were dressed in cloaks, chanting a few words I couldn't put together, you remember, right?

I immersed myself in the wisdom of ancient texts, delving into the works of mystics, scholars, and dream interpreters. One afternoon, as I sat poring over an ancient tome, its pages yellowed with age, Ethan entered the room. His eyes mirrored the concern etched on my face, and he approached with gentle steps, his voice filled with a mix of worry and curiosity. "Amelia, my love," he said, his voice a soothing balm to my troubled soul. "I see the toll these dreams are taking on you. Is there anything I can do to help?" I looked up from the book, my eyes meeting his, and a surge of gratitude swelled within me. "Ethan, I appreciate your concern. These dreams... they feel significant, like messag

However, I continued skimming, especially as I saw the illustration of a beast on one of the pages. But as exhaustion threatened to pull me under, I soon found myself drifting into a restless sleep, the book slipping from my grasp as dreams of arcane secrets and hidden powers filled my mind. *** In the realm of dreams, I found myself suspended above a vast expanse of water, its surface as still as glass beneath the moonlight. A sense of unease crept over me as I surveyed my surroundings, a feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. And then, from the depths below, a shadow began to rise, growing larger and more ominous with each passing moment.

I looked down and saw the open diary, my mother's legacy. For a moment, I couldn’t move, and the dream was still vivid in my mind. The dragon—my mother—had seemed so real. The emotions, the urgency—it felt like more than a mere figment of my imagination. As I reached out to pick up the fallen diary, my fingers trembled. Would the entries reveal more about these dreams? Or were they just the result of my stress and exhaustion?

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.

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

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

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.