Reveries Book Novels & Stories

I removed the leathered clothes I wore from the training and climbed in the bed covering myself in the white sheets trying my best to get to sleep in order to forget what I saw. It came to me that I forgot to blow the candle. I sat down and blew the candle. After doing that I came back to the same sleeping position, covering myself with sheets once more. I tried to close my eyes for a moment and opened it after about six minutes and suddenly saw that the candle was lighted. I never felt or heard Cyrvian came in! I got curious so I removed the sheets from my face just covering my lower part instead. I almost jumped out of bed when I saw HIM--

*** Author's note: Sorry for the late update, I was going through some difficulties and stopped the book, but now I'm back and it would go as normal. Thanks for the support.

He closed his book and put it back on the bookshelf before returning to the couch and leaning his head on his hand. "May I recite it to you?" It was a timid attempt of redemption, and though in her chest her heart was trying to relearn its delicate waltz, she gave a slow nod before placing her hands in her lap and gazing into the fire. The disjointed rhythm of her heart dimmed as phantom-limbed memories gathered in her throat and scratched against her skull to get out. Scratching, scratching, scratching. "There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream; the earth and every common sight to me did seem appareled in celestial light: the glory and the freshness of a dream..."

'Chapter 24: Back home' was published twice by mistake which is solved now. Those who haven't read the chapter '25: The story of a ring' and '26:Mission securing her future' , please do read it before this. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please do vote and comment if you like this story _______________ "Shifa , Please stop crying " Simran tried to stop Shifa's cry which was not stopping . Riya and Afifa watched them confused about the reason for which Shifa was crying .

And even this is too much. Only the light that needs no name. Now, let the mind wander through what it believes it knows. Let it recall the first chapter, where a wolf ran through endless night. Let it recall the moment Rex first appeared. Let it recall the birth of children, the blooming of flowers, the building of walls. Let it recall the tragedy when everything seemed lost. Let it recall the quiet return. Let it recall every tear, every laugh, every whispered promise. All of it arose. All of it shone.

I remember all my life in detail during those five years, but the last month of those five years that I went back to the past I don't remember, and I don't remember anything else about that fateful night, nor the person who killed me. Helena Mart interrupted again and asked, "What the hell is going on with this book?" Is it a fairy tale book or what? What does revival mean? What are these things that children do not even believe. A little while ago we were talking about a dream of werewolves, paranormal, curses, monsters and magic, and now we're going to talk about bringing back the living. sera interrupted her and said seriously, "Helena, stop this, let's finish this book." We said we could

I gather my little indulgences—chilled champagne, ripe strawberries, a jar of rich chocolate spread—and arrange them beside the tub. The second I slide into the water, I exhale deeply. The warmth wraps around my skin like a lover’s embrace. I take a long sip of champagne and close my eyes. And he’s there. Xander. His eyes. His mouth. The weight of his body pressing into mine in that hallway. The memory plays on loop, sharper now, raw and hungry. My hand drifts down my body, slowly, leisurely, as I imagine his touch replacing mine. I part my legs beneath the water and run my fingers over my clit—slow circles at first, gentle enough to tease, just enough to ignite.

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?

“Everything will be ok… trust me… everything will be fine… ugh!” I stretched out my broken hand towards the book, peering at the light as it burned my eyes. The tears scorched away as fumes. ‘So… you made your choice, huh?’ The voice settled into my soul. “I choose… revenge…” I mumbled, and the words from the rest of the pages of the nexus book floated like glowing strings before my eyes. Their glow pierced through the blinding white light of the Bond that almost took away my sight. The reverberating whispers from the book drowned away Carys’ harrowing screams.

Or rather, if it hadn’t found her. Thunder rumbled, closer now, though the sun still shone. Unbidden, her eyes went to the picture of the woodsman standing in the doorway, staring up out of the page at her and making her yearn. "Repressed memories," she said softly. "That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?" What kind of book is this, anyway? Pearl asked herself. She needed to know more.