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. .

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."

Ren threatened. With long strides, Ren carried me from the dining room to the bed chamber prepared for us in no time. Being alone in the bed chamber with Ren made this situation seem too real and it was scaring me. Ren slowly put me down on the soft bed. The room was decorated in the auspicious and national color of this empire which was a bright red. Just like flames. The bed also had a red canopy overhead while the white mattress of the bed was covered in red rose petals.

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.

Everything is clean and empty and endless, just like her dream. She walked forward. The hallway stretched longer than she remembered. Doors lined both sides, each one locked. She kept walking. Her reflection followed in the polished floor. At the end of the corridor, one door stood slightly open. She pushed it wider. The room inside stole her breath. White sheets covered a king-sized bed. A single red rose rested on the pillow, dried now, petals crumbling at the edges. The same rose from her dream. The same rose from the hotel room where she had woken without her memories.