The Dream Of The Red Chamber Novels & Stories

I can say that once upon I dreamt of an alpha because I falls in love with Alpha Duncan in my dream but I ended up marrying Duncan from reality. END

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

He just opened the door and nandini's jaw was ready to touch the floor, The decorated room. Every corner of the room was shinning with scent candles. Each and every corner was filled with rose petals and white and red rose petals were scattered all over the bed. Red curtains were flying with cool wind which was coming through the open windows. The room was looking like a dream room of newly married girl where any girl would love to celebrate her first night with her love once but her case is exception. She was experiencing something new, her hairline was filled with vermillion and neck was having a heavy jwellery piece around it called nupital chain but she doesn't exactly know who manik mal

Jackson raised his glass of wine in the air, and then took a sip. Charles shook his head, smiling. "You know, I didn't understand why I dream of the girl with red hair, but now I know the reason behind it. It was all because I shall seek her to find her. In certainty, she exits somewhere and how blessed I will be if I find out she really does.” “You think?” Jackson asked with raised brows. “I don't think. I know," he said dreamily, and heaved a sigh. “My heart longs for her much more than myself. I just want to reach to her and touch her, hold her and kiss her.”

"So you also gave up on our dream, Han Shuo. I thought at least you will chase your dream, but..." Xingyue's POV Checking myself in the mirror, I smiled. "It's so beautiful." A beautiful white cathedral, train Lace Wedding dress with beading appliques. Turning back, I glanced at the staff lady, who was amazed by my beauty. "You are looking like a princess, mam. Sir will fall harder for you."

I curled back under the duvet in the thin nightdress, my heart aching against my ribs. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was never supposed to stay. I think... I think I just wanted someone to fight for me. Just once. Not because I could offer them something. Not because it was convenient. But because they wanted to. That thought followed me as sleep pulled me down. ~~~~~~ The dream was soft at first. Golden. I was standing in a garden I’d never seen before. There were roses. Red, roses in that garden. It seemed endless, blooming as I walked barefoot through tall grass. The sun was warm. My dress was white and loose, like something from another time.

"I... this is going to sound insane." "Try me," I encouraged. "I've lived nearly two centuries. 'Insane' has a rather high threshold in my experience." She took a deep breath. "I've been having dreams. For weeks. About a grand staircase outside a ballroom, about a specific melody – the one that was playing when I arrived – and about a scent." Her eyes held mine, unblinking. "Your scent. Cedar and rain and cinnamon. I dreamt it so vividly I would wake up certain you were in the room with me."

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

She waddled slowly and nervously, her high heel triggered a little noise as it touches the solid floor. She showed her invitation to the security men and entered the place. The grand hall was in a red decor, her favorite color, the hall was filled with people from the first class. she glanced around but unfortunately, all the faces were new to her. She sighed, why would he invite me on such an occasion. she thought.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m