The Dream Of The Red Chamber Novels & Stories

His arm lay protectively around her waist, as if his touch alone could anchor her to this world, but she was already slipping. In her dream, Talana stood at the center of an ancient hall that looked like a cathedral built for the damned. The floor was cracked marble, flooded with bloodthat was thick, hot, and endless. Crimson spread in every direction like the veins of the earth had ruptured. She looked down, her feet were bare and soaked. Her white dress, once pure, clung to her body, soaked through with blood.

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

Raj slept in the spare sleeping bag and Jenny had crashed in her room. Andy was in his own room lying naked on the bed while Anya was on top of him. Her straight black hair fell like a curtain, brushing against her cheeks. Her grey eyes were glazed with desire as her thin frame moved up and down on him. Her fuller bust looked like juicy melons. Her sweet wetness enveloping his shaft drove him crazy with desire. Her fingers teased his nipples. He wanted to empty himself into her. He wanted to feel her spasms on his shaft. Her soft sensuous moans filled up the room. Andy knew he was dreaming. This was the best dream ever. Anya’s soft moans aroused him but soon the moans got converted into terr

The gown was red in colour and had a long slit downwards. Maybe I will be wearing it on the day of the award function. I excitengly went to my bed, dreaming about me becoming a famous assistant of Caleb. Maybe now, God was really on my side.

"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.

She closed her eyes, the heat of the red room returning. A dragon chased its tail. Two clay pots waited. Madame Xuo sat silent and watching and dead. Then alive, bending forward, crawling near. The shrunken flesh stretching as her skeletal fingers gripped the edge of the warped wood and she pulled herself close, the kimono rustling while cobwebs snapped and dust fell and spit dangled from her smiling lips. Then there’d been black. And now red. This red. The dark hall bathed in a dusty crimson glow, the low-ceilinged space like some ancient, forgotten tomb.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

I interjected, "That fire seven years ago was brutal, wasn't it? Saving him must've been strenuous. Any scars?" She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint mark on her arm. "Yeah, it left this. Not exactly pretty, but Damian means everything to me. I'd run through fire for him again in a heartbeat." I was stunned by her audacity. She'd go so far as to flaunt a fake scar to uphold her lie. "That blaze killed many people," I pressed. "You were just a middle-school kid, small and frail. How did you manage to drag him out of those flames?"

Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams She didn’t sleep that night. When she finally passed out near dawn, still dressed in thigh-high socks and smeared lipstick, her dreams were stained in red ribbons and candlelight. She saw herself tied to a chair, hands behind her back, foxglove flowers braided through her hair. A shadow circled her, whispering in a voice that was almost Damien’s—but not quite. “Say my name, Domica.” She couldn’t. Wouldn’t. The shadow knelt in front of her.

The city never truly slept, but that night, the Delwunco estate burned with a silence so heavy it felt like mourning all over again. Chandeliers glowed faintly against the midnight air, their golden shimmer stretching across the marble halls like candlelight over a crypt. Lia stood at the highest balcony, draped in a gown of deep scarlet that swallowed her slender frame like living flame. From below, she could hear Ruben’s men voices low, plans whispered. But she wasn’t listening to them. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the city pulsed with life, commerce, and blood.