The Dream Of The Red Chamber นิยาย & เรื่องราว

’ I started crying again, maybe because I was scared to admit that when I finally got what I’d always wanted, it turned out to be a dream. Catherine walked over and sat down beside me. I was crying now, so loud that my head ached badly. She bent me over, placed my head on her shoulders, and rubbed my back slowly. ‘Everything's going to be fine pumpkin. One day, you’ll get all those things you’ve dreamt of, certainly, but for now, we have a test in forty-five minutes and we can’t afford to miss it over some absurd dream of yours.’ She let out a very loud contagious laugh and I couldn’t help but join her. We both stood up slowly and hugged each other.

I handled the wheel of the car, ready to move foward, but I could not push the bad dream away from my head. The hatred from her in the dream felt so real and the colour of her clothe just added a whole lot bad feeling to it. Wait. Red gown. Red gown. I think I saw something like that just now. I slowly began to turn my neck to her direction, silently praying I had imagined the red cloth on her. My eyes landed on her appearance and I took in the colour of her gown, lo and behold, it was red.

Time passed and the light never changed in the room. Ilyria and Suluu slept, they woke, they made love, they slept again. In her dreams, she joined her mother at the dining table in the mansion of her childhood. Daria Agrio was young and beautiful. Her hair shimmered with jewels and her robe was woven of a silk so delicate her nipples appeared rosily through the thin fabric. At her side appeared a series of suitors. As each left, he kissed Daria’s pale cheek, picked up the small gold scissors on the table before her and snipped off a lock of hair bearing a jewel or a thread of silk from her robe. Her mother appeared not to notice. In the dream, Ilyria was seated at the far end of the table,

It was cold, no emotion could be seen in those black jade eyes and a ruthless smile appeared on her beautiful face as she opened her sweet looking mouth, "Then you are courting death right now." Ming Yue opened her eyes abruptly with a soft gasped. Her eyes stared at the ceiling of her chamber in Moon Palace. Adjusting her breath, Ming Yue recalled the dream she had. The man who had such divine beauty, he really fit Chang'e, but.. Why did she have a dream of Chang'e's past? Was it because she was the new owner of Tianshang De Kongjian now? "Master." Zhu Que's voice could be heard from outside the door. "Yes?" Ming Yue answered as she stood up from the bed.

She roared, clasping her hands over her ears. Her body bucked the firmer the Last Four incanted. She'd been having dreams about him. The man who made her what she was. The one who robbed her of her childhood and sent her into a run. She needed to root out the dream and the location where it kept occurring. For all Denee knew, there was a mishap somewhere. The incantation heightened. The air whispered with dread, making the candles in the tomb flicker, rising into the air as the powers of

Chapter 2 – The Woman in Red --- Damon couldn’t sleep. The ceiling of his penthouse condo stared back at him like it held answers he didn’t have. Midnight passed. One. Two. He didn’t close his eyes once. The image of her — the woman in red — was seared behind his eyelids. The curve of her lips. The cruel calm in her voice. The way her gaze sliced through him like she knew all his sins. It was the eyes.

I said to him, stuttering as I caught my breath. “I'll make love to you so damn well that you'd change your mind and take me back.” Dylan licked my earlobe before nibbling it. “It was you…my Cherry...” He murmured but then came to a sudden stop. “The woman in a red lingerie in my dream… it's you?!” Without a clue as for what he was talking about, I looked up at Dylan in confusion, only to find him shaking his head. "I've dreamed of you even before getting my memory back!" With that, Dylan got even more excited.

"What's wrong? A bad night?" "I just had a bad dream," she muttered sleepily. Xiao Chen smiled. He wet a clean towel with warm water and wiped her face. "It's okay. It's just a dream," he said softly to her. But Murong Xian'er shook her head. "No. The dream was so real to me," she said, "There were a beautiful lady, half-woman and half-snake, and an old man who was carrying a basket of herbs with another person that looked like a deity with a zither... They were trying to catch me..."

She imagines what it would be like to be with him, to feel his strong arms around her and his lips on hers. As she drifts off to sleep, her mind conjures up a dream of making love to Xander. One she wishes would never end, as she could stay in that moment forever. She finds herself in a luxurious sitting room, draped in soft velvet curtains of deep burgundy, which contrasted beautifully with the cream-colored walls. A crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the high ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow on everything in the room.

I heaved a sigh as I looked out the window; the clouds were orange, showing the color of the retreating sun. And somehow, it reminded me of her, the red-haired woman from my dreams. I clenched my fist as the face of Diona flashed in my mind. It took everything to restrain myself; the woman had haunted me since I met her. The was something about her that I couldn’t place, and whatever it was, I wished it never turned ugly. I wished A few days passed and I saw her again. As soon as she walked inside that hall, in the arms of Ryker, she caught my attention, and I could have sworn all eyes were on her. The green dress, paired with her red hair, did nothing but arouse me.