Requiem For A Dream Novels & Stories

The dreams returned that night, darker than before. Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion. And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

A deafening roar filled the dream. The ground cracked…..The fog tore apart. And suddenly...The woman screamed. A scream filled with agony. "KIARA!" I shot upright in bed. Gasping. Sweating. My heart hammering against my ribs. Beside me, Kael woke instantly. "Kiara." His arms were around me before I could breathe. "Kiara." I couldn't speak. The dream….The woman….The darkness….The eyes. Everything still felt real. "Hey." Kael gently held my face.

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.

It was not an intense scent but it was quite distinct. It was the scent of Brett's favorite perfume. Suddenly, she realized why Brett wanted her to stay the night in the room. The approach was quite laughable when she thought about it. He simply would not stop trying to evoke the love she once had for him and had resorted to using such a method. He forgot that the physical aspects may be restored, but the mental scar he had left was never going to be healed. She would never, ever forgive him. She did not sleep very well that night.

I hoped that he had enough guilt in his heart to fulfill his promise to her. However, in the next second, Lyanna's anguished cries resounded from the living room. I rushed into the living room, only to see that the card that she had meticulously prepared had been ripped to shreds and scattered all across the living room floor. My nephew, Elias Lorenzo, was stomping on the torn-up pieces of paper. He was wearing an arrogant and bossy expression. "Stupid Lyanna! Your father is already six feet under the ground! An unlucky star like you doesn't deserve to have a father!"

Was this a dream or reality? “I will stay, sweetheart. The doctor’s here.” Iris released him reluctantly. She could sense the doctor checking her and injecting her with a sedative. The dream ended as she went into a deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, it was evening, and there was no sign of Maddox anywhere. He had gone with the dream. Only the promise he had made in her dream replayed in her mind like a broken record. It wasn’t surprising. Dreams were never meant to materialize- especially the reckless ones. Maddox was a dream, and he could never be hers in this life.

No one dared make a sound, afraid of waking her. But suddenly, a police siren wailed past on the street. In her sleep, Rebecca's whole body tensed. In the dream, Desmond's face loomed larger and larger as he demanded, "How are you going to repay me? I've given up so much for you. How are you going to repay me?" Her chest tightened, and her breathing grew rapid. Then, out of nowhere, the sound of someone blowing on leaves drifted in. It was the melody of the Motherland. It sounded so awful that Desmond's face suddenly vanished from her dream.

It was my first time crying in front of someone else. Through the rearview mirror, the cab driver looked at me in concern. "Are you alright, miss?" I sniffled, but my tears refused to stop flowing. "I'm fine. I'll be alright after a good cry." The driver passed me some tissues before attempting to console me, "I don't know what you've been through, miss, but I just want to tell you that life is always going to be filled with setbacks, disappointments, and even moments of absolute despair.

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.