The Empire Of Dreams Novels & Stories

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

Zara I stood there in the center of the room, the soft lighting of the hotel casting a golden haze over everything, like a dream I was desperate to wake up from but couldn’t. The air felt thick, oppressive, almost intimate. My heart thudded violently in my chest. Every beat echoed in my ears like a drumroll leading to something I could never reverse. He hadn't moved. He just stood there, a few feet away, staring at me like he could see straight through the skin I was still wearing like armor.

Looked around the table slowly making eye contact with every single one of them. “I dream of empires that don’t need permission slips from councils of scared old bitches and spoiled pure-bloods to exist. I dream of thrones I built with my own hands, not handed to me because I spread my legs for the right Alphas. I dream of revenge so clean and so complete that the people who sold me wake up screaming my name for the rest of their short, pathetic lives.” I pushed off the table. Stepped back.

Walking beside Luca Bennett. Victor was going to enjoy this. Because every empire had a weakness. And Adriana Cole had just found hers.

I was just curious. "I know Emily , because you came in my dreams everyday ,but you don't look like the one , I saw in my dream , she had black hair and black eyes . I think that's you from the other world. When you said about yourself I saw Emily's soul in you , that's when I realised it's my Emily" he's said it excitingly as if a dog saw his master . I see then it's a prophet dream. "Then , what am I in your dream , that made you like this towards me? as soon I said , he's face was as beet as red ,

"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.

"Lord Xrysos is not a man you should know." "Lord Xrysos?" Damon questioned. "Yes, he is the great ruler of The Golden Gates, his Empire is rich in gold and he is a man surrounded by great warriors, the finest of all the lands. He is feared and respected by many. How then can a slave, one as yourself claim to have had dreams about such a man?!" "But it is true master, I have indeed been having dreams about him, how else would I have found out his name." Damon felt his eyes water, he has become more confused even worse than he felt before seeking to learn more about this man.

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

Even his wolf looked like it had rabies, like something from a horror movie. When I finally drifted to dream land I had a nightmare. About Emilio’s wolf. I remember having this same dream before and I guess that wolf was Emilio. It looked just like that wolf that was out of control. Now I knew what I was running from in the middle of the night, barefoot. I was running from a raving mad Emilio wolf. I jolted up from the dream, sweating and gasping out of breath. My lungs were burning without oxygen and my head felt like exploding. If I got a dollar for every time I had strange dreams I would be on the most expensive vacation right now. “It was just a dream. It was just a dream.” I tried convi