Realidad Deseada Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Mr White froze, only then did he realize that he was naked and driven by lust, he'd totally forgotten to conceal the wound. "It is not what you think it is." "And what do I think it is?

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

Manolo said. “A blue dream,” muttered Nuri. “It’s an imaginary dream.” “That's right. The blue dream is the Imaginary dream, the dreamer's fantasy. The yellow dream is the Realistic dream, the real thing that happens in reality.” I looked down at Shae. “The Queen wants to kill us every day, so she has this imaginary dream at night, right?” Shae understood me and nodded happily. “She only shares her dreams with people she trusts. She likes you,” Manolo said.

Hold you down? Lisa shivered with desire as she read the words on the screen. How did DomMPF know what she secretly desired? NewGRL549: Not in real life, but I’ve fantasized about it. DomMPF: Sometimes reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy. She knew all about that, she created a fantasy for a living. NewGRL549: True. But would you have me discount it out of hand without even trying it? BigCock16: I’ll be happy to show you the ropes

"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.

JUST FOLLOW OUR WORDS AND YOUR WORLD WILL BE AS PERFECT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE. Now both of them are telling me. Pushing me for one thing to have the thing that I could only have if I will only listen to them. As it is the only path of my reality. “I give up, as you can have everything in exchange for what I desire the most.”

Joana spoke with tearing eyes. Emma leaned in and hugged her" it's fine, let's leave the past to rest in the past" she spoke calmly with emotion. Her past life was nothing to remember."Emma, you are your mother's daughter. Aunt Mariana would be very proud of you if she was to see you right now. Despite all that happened to you, you still managed to fulfill your dreams. Am extremely happy for you" She praised her in between sobs. Emma had always wanted to work in a big company and get married to the most handsome man in the world whereas Joana wished to exist as a famous actress but hers was not in reality yet.

A YEAR AND SIX MONTHS. He'd fantasized about this moment for a year and six months. This moment –supposed to be surreal– when he gets reunited with her. He'd spent nights making out the questions he'd ask, the thousand 'i missed you' he'd say, but they wouldn't be enough. He'd fantasized it all, but now it seems to be happening, he found himself weak in the knees. Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions.