Realidad Deseada Novels & Stories

Isaac pov A luxurious room at Hotel Ramada. Seeing me and a girl's clothes spread here and there in the room, I rubbed my face. Last night was awesome. That girl was quite wild on the bed. It was five past nine when I looked up. I am surely getting late for departure. I found my phone on the coffee table. I took my wallet from my scattered clothes. My night partner is still sleeping. I take a proper bath to wash off her smell. My Beta Liam said it was not good for my reputation to have other females' smell on me because I am still searching for my so-called destined mate. Rubbish. They were the ones who sent me bunches of sultry girls to control. They even conspired so that they could find a

She questioned me expecting to hear something different: maybe that I needed a help of some sought. I approached her where she sat, sitting by her side, she stood up and walked into the rest room, which after a while she returned. I began. "Mother, there this particular dream that as always engrossed with in my dreams, "hmmm" she said. "I always see a gorgeous looking prince standing in a distance and looking at me, mother, in those dreams, I always love him dearly, in those dream series, I always wish, I could touch him, or even kiss him, and his eyes are very charming. I have never seen an handsome prince such as that creature." Looking at me with a look of disappointment, "It's that why

' "Reality is better than any other fantasies, Kiel." "I agree, Jana." 'Let's settle here.'

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I couldn't help but let those mixed happy and sad tears stream down my face. "If only my reality could be as enchanting as the dream, where every moment feels like a magical theme. If only it could be a tapestry of wonder and awe, where beauty and joy are what I constantly drew. If only my reality could be a canvas of endless possibilities, where my hearts is free and filled with tranquility." Sad! Damn I want more of this kinda dream! THE END.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

because it was difficult. I continued carefully. “Potential can become emotionally addictive.” A pause. “Especially when reality never fully interrupts it.” Recognition moved softly through the system. Some patterns recoiled from it. Others softened with exhausted understanding. Because they had lived inside possibility for too long already. I watched the first and second again. Neither moved away completely. Neither moved fully closer either. But now. they were finally seeing the shape of the space between them honestly. Not fantasy. Not denial. Reality. And strangely.

Oscar added. "You don’t understand. This cannot be my reality; my reality is to make my father proud and get his attention on me again. My reality is to make sure to become a track star and live a happy and comfortable life!’’ I paused before continuing, "Not this psycho fantasy world where everyone has a term, and I have mates, which is quite ridiculous by the way, because why in the world am I getting tied to three weird people who are immortals, and I'm meant to give myself away to them just like that…because they said or you said so?! No! Absolutely not!''

"I can feel your desire for me." "It's overwhelming," he stammers. "There's no boundary." "Expand," Echo whispers. "Why limit yourself to physics?" I look at Alex. I want more of him. I want him everywhere. As soon as the desire forms, the reality shifts. A second Alex manifests behind me. Then a third to my left. They are phantoms—extensions of my own want, wearing his face. They touch me. One kisses my neck—I taste the sensation like spun sugar.