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And how was he in my dream, if this was actually my dream and not really another world? “So you really forgot everything about yourself? I had my doubts when I heard it, but then I was not able to contact you or appear in your dreams before now. It must have been because you had forgotten your identity and powers. Yours powers have resurfaced now and I could trace it to contact you in your dream. Still, you are too weak that you couldn’t even shield yourself from being invaded in your dream. What if it was a demon with the power to induce nightmares that appeared in your dream? They can even kill people and you appear too mortal to be safe from their attacks,” he harped, and I frowned at him

“Fayne, I'll do my best to make you strong but please give yourself a few days to heal and keep reading the books I've given to you. That way, you can fulfill all of your promises.” “Okay, ma'am.” I responded and watched her leave the room. I looked at the books on the table and grabbed one and started to read it page by page. It had a lot to deal with ingredients that could heal common illnesses. As I continued to flip through the pages, I got hooked on the book and continued to read. Before I knew it, It was nighttime. I moved to the other book and as I looked through it, I saw that it was about how a human could harbour demonic powers.

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.

Arcane symbols stitched into the spine. “Try this,” he said, sliding it across the table. “It’s an old dream-tracing grimoire. From the southern libraries. It maps dream entities through their energy signatures. Might tell you what’s visiting you. Or who.” I didn’t reach for it. “I’m not making a deal with you,” I said. “No,” he said, voice softer now. “But I believe you might want to figure this out that much.” Silence stretched between us. I stared at the book then at him then back at the flickering candles.

"That blind, heartless fool! Seven years ago, you threw yourself into that inferno to save his sorry life, burning your arm so badly you gave up your dream of being a pianist. You sacrificed your future, and for what? So, he could fawn over Harriet, treating her like his savior?" Her voice grew sharper, slicing through my haze. "And he tricked you into getting pregnant, making you believe it was love, when all he wanted was a child to claim his inheritance and marry her. Ugh, it infuriates me! He'd better never learn the truth, or regret will consume him!" She paused, her tone softening with pity. "I've taken care of your discharge and booked your flight out of this nightmare. The Pattons ar

I was stealing my own redemption. ​She stirred slightly in her sleep, her hand reaching out across the sheets for the empty space beside her. Even in the depths of her dreams, she was looking for me. It was a terrifying kind of power she held over me—the only person in the entire world who could bring me to my knees without ever lifting a finger or raising a voice.

I didn’t think I will have to actively work hard to gain the company till now, I wanted to go to places and experience the strength of my power, I wanted to go to Gold university and give a god damned speech about being a scholarship student right there and returning as the owner. I wanted doors to open because my name was mentioned, even the flock of women that came with such liberties, Aria probably wouldn’t be able to come along as she would be raising our kids. The thought of power makes me hard and I take my shaft and stroke as I think of how much authority I will possess, and maybe if I like I will hold unto Emb as my mistress, put her on pills and whenever I wanted to fuck good, I’ll

She could see her reading on a huge table with voluminous books in front of her, her eyes sliding over the pages of the books as she tried to memorize each of the words, from her nose drops of crimson blood would drop on the pages of the book and as soon as they did a crack would rent the air and her sister would cry out. “G-Garius…” it was a name her sister whispered in fear in her dreams. Whoever this Garius was he was hurting her sister and she’ll make him pay for it when she got her powers. The rest of the dream always passed in a flash. There was war, there was a child, there was a young boy with blue eyes whose name she always forgot as soon as she woke up. There were a lot of other th

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

She was actually a little dizzy, and her body was even more out of control. At this moment, Jason's face was very pale. It was not in vain for him to work hard to comprehend the Water Character Secret Skill. His spiritual power was so strong that he could rely on his spiritual power to control other people's minds. This was beyond the level of sorcery. This was also the only trump card he could rely on. In order to ensure his success, he was ready to be hit by Delilah. Fortunately, she didn't hit him. Otherwise, it would be even more difficult for him at this moment.