Realidad Deseada Novels & Stories

My eyes darted toward him on instinct, checking if he was waking up, checking if he was safe, checking if this glitching nightmare could somehow touch him. He slept on, unaware, his fingers curled loosely beside mine. “Dream’s influence? You mean his choices?” I asked. The system buzzed loudly, like a dying engine trying to restart and failing. “Dream’s wish conflicts with reality.” I froze. A hollow ringing echoed in my ears. “What wish?” I whispered.

Something that made previous understanding seem naive through revealing scope transcending anything we'd imagined. Cole wasn't trying to reshape reality. He was trying to merge realities. All realities. Not just otherworld and Silverwood. Every reality. Every dimension. Every possibility. Creating unified existence where all versions collapsed into single state. Where infinite potential became singular certainty. Where everything that could be became everything that was through eliminating separation making distinctness possible.

She came close to me and patted on my back 'You okay' she asked with concern. Her actions brought me back to reality. I keep getting these dream sequences now a days from my childhood memories. 'Nothing much just thinking about a drean I just had' I answered with no emotions 'Dreaming about your Prince on a white horse?' she asked giving me a playful smile.

Well yeah… “Will it be so bad?” “Oh my god…” “You will have everything your heart desires…” “I am good thank you… Do not need to sleep with you and your brother to have what I want. I have everything I could ever want… You haven’t even thought it through Tristan. I am not an object… I don’t want to be owned… I don’t want to be brought… I have enough to make me happy.” And that there was the issue. He could not buy her…

It’s all I want to smell. I close my eyes and just breathe it in. For one second, I can pretend. I can pretend she’s here in this room with me, right now. I can pretend she wants me here, in her private space. I can pretend I belong here, with her. I can pretend she chose me.

Len announced, his voice snapping the tension in the car. I felt it immediately. As a rogue, crossing into a formal territory is like walking into a wall of static. The Pack Link—the invisible psychic tether that bound Len to his people—was thick here. It felt like a thousand eyes were suddenly pressed against my skin, weighing my worth and finding it wanting. Khanna must have felt the shift in my energy. She reached out, her fingers lacing through mine. Her touch was the only thing keeping me from jumping out of the moving vehicle and running back to the neutral zones.

Thats why we need to make sure our mate is worthy of us. I can feel his desire for me through our bond, a connection that only rare for nonmarked couples. And it only intensifies the passion between us. His hands slide under my shirt, tracing the lines of my body with a possessive touch. I can't help but whimper as his fingers trail over my waist, lingering over the little bit of pudge I have there. I can't help but be self-conscious about it, I bake and cook and enjoy my creations and haven't trained since I left my old pack. Even if I can feel that Jace, feels I'm beautiful and desired. He doesn't seem like the type to be with someone like me. Shit waits why do I even care? I don't so I pu

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

“Alright, witch. Tell me what happens when I step through.” Violet swallowed. “Once you enter… you won’t see reality anymore. The Dream Realm will twist your memories, your fears, your past. You’ll feel like you’re drowning in them.” “Sounds like my childhood,” Fenrak muttered. “Fenrak,” Violet snapped, tears in her eyes, “this isn’t funny.” He stepped closer and flicked her forehead. “I know. That’s why I’m making jokes.” Rhea shook her head, fighting tears.

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.