The Dream Chapter: Magic Tracklist Novels & Stories

But I knew that that wasn’t something I could imagine. I couldn’t sleep well. I tried to make myself sleep but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours when sleep finally found me. The dream was weird. I was in a forest; I was standing on top of a garden bellow. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The walls were so high and the only way to go in and out was though two huge boulders and you’ll have to climb up the roots of the trees. A lake was near me and a huge tree was rooted near the wall. It was like a bowl. I turned to a figure in front of me. It was a woman. I staggered back. She had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades and it was braided in a French br

She laid between Duskins legs with Alo in front of her and Farrell in the back. This was just what she needed but as she closed her eyes she could have sworn she saw someone staring back at her from the library corner of their room. No matter how much she tried to stay awake or alert her mates she couldn’t. Darkness soon overtook her as Esime stood in the corner using some of the darkest and deadliest magic known to demons. She had to make sure that the pup or one of the pups was a girl, if they could get a girl from Ife’s bloodline to raise and let Jacob claim their plan would still work.

She didn't want to stay in this room where what she just lived was so vivid. Declan carried her to his room, placing her gently between the sheets before getting in next to her, holding her against him with his arm about her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. “Now, tell me about your dream, Gemma,” he coaxed. She shivered at the memory of it. “It was the car crash… the one that killed my parents. I saw it again… everything… And the way the car rolled over and over… I was unconscious before the car stopped turning.”

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

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.

"I was going to mark Amanda that night and then you come out and tell me about your dream. About the white woman in your dream, specifically." Harper met my gaze then and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What about the woman in my dreams? It had been some time since I had any dream involving her and I was glad. I was doing fine without the headaches and waking up in the middle of the night, thank you very much. "What about the woman in my dreams?" I asked Harper, casually shrugging my shoulders. "The description you gave me about the woman, matches the description of the moon goddess, Zara," Harper said and I gaped. It couldn't be!

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.

With that, Jace and I walked hand in hand back to the Henley Residence. … In the days that followed, Wayne appeared constantly, desperate for a glimpse of me. He flooded my vineyard with flowers and jewelry, ignoring the fact that I was about to be engaged. Jace was furious, but Wayne refused to be chased off. The day before the engagement, just when everything seemed in order, the Henley family received a call from the cemetery—my mother's grave had been desecrated. Thinking of nothing suspicious, I drove there after my final dress fitting. Standing at the tombstone, darkness suddenly swallowed me, and I collapsed.

“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.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu