Reveries Book Novelas e Histórias

“No one gets a hangover from beer. C’mon, I deserve a little celebration. I can’t believe I’m getting hitched tomorrow.” “Yeah, yeah! This is our bachelorette party! Woo hoo!” yelled Rebekah, picking up the drinks from the refrigerator. “Is the bitch still unconscious?” Iris panicked more. Would she check up on her? “Let her be. We’ll deal with her soon!” yelled back Lucille. The footsteps receded as Rebekah walked away. Iris emerged from her hiding place and sneaked towards the back door. To her relief, it was unlocked. She slipped out as silently as she could.

Finally, he said, “Its just a slight bleeding. I will get her some medicine and apply it on her wound every day. It will heal quickly.” After saying that Leon left the cabin and went through the take medicine. Vivian and Richard also come out of the hut. They returned to the pavilion just now. Vivian saw the book that Leon had just left there. She picked up the book and looked at the title of the book “Joy of life.” She thought a new book had been published. Perhaps there will be a new movie and TV drama soon. Vivian just wanted to take a look at the book first, but as soon as I opened the cover, I saw the signature on the title page. Vivian looked at it carefully. “This book is Phoenix’s si

The night seemed to hold its breath as she embarked on a journey of revealing secrets long concealed. Erick, his eyes a reflection of the tumultuous thoughts churning within, stood before Aline, his heart and mind suspended between the old and the new. Her words, laden with the weight of revelations, hung in the air, creating an invisible bridge between their shared history and the uncharted territories of truth.

Humans were such strange creatures… After a few moments of silence she seemed to have gotten some of her courage up. “What was that?” She asked. “That is how we travel around here. At least myself and my kind.” I said. She looked at me like she wanted to ask another question. “You may ask your question.” I said to her. “What is your kind?” She asked. I smiled at her deviously. “I am a Reaver.” I said, and she instantly started shaking in fear.

he vowed and kissed the back of her hand. She nodded. It felt like nothing was happening to her, even in dream or reality. She doesn't even feel nervous and all the jingles that she is standing between torn and roses. She has two choices, wear the torn or grab the rose. Life is full of surprises. How would she know a day like this will ever come so soon. She shut her eyes and imagined him to be Justin, and held his hand tightly as they walked to the secret garden where the Reverend and the two witnesses were already waiting for them.

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

Her lifeless tone comes with such fragility, but her words can sometimes make out of steel or shattered glass. “To befriend someone, no, miss.” Alfred parked the car at the parking lot in front of the bookshop. He opened the door for Reverie, and she began to walk inside that bookshop. She saw him waiting at the reading section of that bookshop holding a book of sports. He didn’t see Reverie yet, but he keeps on looking at someone near the window. Reverie grabbed a book and smiled as she walked towards him. “Oh, you’re here,” Jim said when he saw her.

I didn’t sleep. Not even for a second. My candle had burned out hours ago, but I didn’t even notice the lack of light. The words on the pages glowed with something deeper, something ominous—fear, revelation. Tenebrium. I must’ve read the word at least a dozen times, hoping it would somehow mean something different. Something less terrifying. It didn’t. I slammed the book shut just as the first light of dawn broke over the tall trees. A part of me hoped I was imagining things—that this was all some celestial vision that hadn’t faded. But the book was still in my hands, heavy and real as the looming threat.

Dame’s POV It felt like someone slippery was working its way on my dick. I turned to the side hoping it was just a dream. However, it didn’t stop and this time I can feel myself getting turned on. My dick went hard when the sucking became more intense. With my eyes closed I tried to decipher where I might be. I returned to the manor last night and definitely didn’t bring in any girl. I was too exhausted to be interested in fucking. All of a sudden it clicked in my head as my wolf whispered. “Jean!” My eyes went wide open in

When I returned to home, I almost considered going back to France and starting over because this city reminded me of her, and I hadn’t stepped foot inside her art room at my apartment because I couldn’t bear to look at her leftover supplies and easels. I couldn’t stand to see her absence. It’d been over a month, and I hadn’t been with another woman. The idea didn’t sound appealing to me, but now that I knew we were truly finished, I knew I had to get back out there. Sinking into warm pussy might make me feel better even if that pussy wasn’t hers. Rex called me when I’d been home for about an hour. “How’d it go?” “The same as usual.” “So you got both brothers?”