Novel & Cerita Realidad Deseada

This was the least I could do for them and to buy time for myself. “Well?” “It has to mean something right? Three strong werewolves who fear no one and one of them is a potential Alpha. They hate something as common as water. There has to be a story behind it,” I added. I could see the wheels on her head working. I had to plant ideas in her head till she believed them. Stella hummed. “I guess that could be a start. Is that all you were able to find out? Your father would be disappointed to find out his dear daughter is willing to let go of his last memory. You are simply not working hard enough.”

I could see her pupils dilating when I pushed her. "You are not real." I had realized it until now. "You are just inside my head." "So, you realized it," She said. "So what if I am not real? I can still fill the void in your heart. I can still fill the place in your heart that is reserved for the special someone." Wow, I never imagined a woman in my dreams would reason with me. Was she the real deal? I smiled. "You could never fill the void in my heart." I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. "An illusion to trap me in my dreams forever could never fill the void in my heart."

He sighed as she did. “Then, when you sucked my cock. That was the best blow job I had ever got in my life, baby. Watching that, hell, even just thinking about it gets me hard, and I want your mouth to take me into it.” He said. Her hand tightened around his. “Then to fuck you again to finally cum. God Baby, I don’t really like watching porn but seeing us there, I can remember every feeling. I want you to know that if you aren’t here with me, you still are. My hand will pretend to be your pussy. Though it is a sad replacement. It is something that I will make do until I can have the real thing again. That is the honest truth. No one else will do.”

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

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.

My woman lying there, helpless, wasn’t just another subject of mine—she was someone I needed, someone I’d vowed to protect, even from myself. “And you say there’s nothing you can do?” Durmas hesitated, then spoke softly. “There are ancient texts, but they are unreliable at best. There is one approach, but it’s one I’d caution against. It would require someone close to her to enter her dream.” “Enter her dream?” I repeated, incredulous. “That’s impossible.”

Grabbing fists full of his hair, my knees squeeze against him, encouraging him to give me what I want…what I am consumed with lust for. “Kit! Where are you? Kit!” “Fuck!” It’s as if someone douses me with a bucket of ice water to wake me out of my very realistic sex dream and I shove against Tate so that he releases me, nearly collapsing when my feet hit the ground, still a bit wobbly. “Woa, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Get off.” Swiping hair from my face, I shove his steadying hands away and move forward, feeling angry with myself for caving to my desire for Tate…again.

His gaze turned furious. "Daniel" a whisper came out of my mouth in shock. Every moment of my life with him washed over me. Mace's hand tightened in mine and a look of realization came across him. I had told him all about Daniel. Every detail. Daniel's gaze came to my face. Not furious but soft, loving. "What the hell do you want Daniel?" Mace growled beside me. "What is rightfully mine." Daniel growled in equally angry voice. "I want my mate back. I want India."

It's messier, more complicated, more uncomfortable. Fantasy was easy. I could control it, shape it, keep it perfect. You're not controllable or shapeable or perfect. You challenge me, frustrate me, force me to confront uncomfortable truths." "That doesn't sound like a ringing endorsement," Sienna observed. "It's better than endorsement," Luca said. "It's reality and I've spent three days processing the fact that reality, messy, complicated. Uncomfortable reality is what I actually want, not fantasy, not the angel. You."

--- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- “That sounds like I’m not real anymore,” she said. --- Oliver looked at her. --- “You’re real,” he said. --- A pause. --- “But they’re controlling how real you appear to others.” --- That explanation settled heavily. --- Because it meant one thing. --- Reality wasn’t just what existed. --- It was what was recognized. --- Ariana leaned against the locker. --- “So this is the consequence,” she said. --- Oliver nodded. --- “Yes.” ---