The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

Kane faked a sniffle, "oh my. You're going to be having sex with the hottest man on planet Earth. I'm so jealous of you right now" I gave him a look and he stopped his whining, his eyes laughing at me. "Would you like to trade positions?" "I would", his eyes glinted. "But the king of vampires doesn't want me. He wants your banging hot bod". I shook my head, "Jacob doesn't want me. Like want me want me. I'm like a notch in his trophy or the daughter of the man who owes him millions of dollars…", I trailed off, because that was exactly my situation.

My body is fine. The king was not here. It was all a dream. I put my hands on my sweaty forehead. It was all a dream. It was not reality. The king is not here and I am fine. I try to calm the rapid beating of my heart. It was the worst dream ever. This is what the king’s fear does to me. I am scared of him even when he is not here. What will become of me when he will be standing in front of me with anger?

go ahead with his ambition of sitting on the great throne of the kingdom, the elder we're there and thanked him out and instantly began the coronation programs, they installed the captain as a king and he finally fulfilled his dream, her mother was moved to the palace and so were his wife's and children, there was no battle and he had no problem and so was the kingdom at large, but once in a while, when he sleeps he always woke up from a nightmare, and it was always about the king returning to the palace with a big sword with a funny look, some time his head would be cut off or Tue big sword running through him, sometimes the king would engaged him in a fight and he always founded his back o

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

However, it was all just a wish in my head. These dreams of mine can’t be achieved in this lifetime. I’m a King of Heathern while you are the Princess of Amsterdam. That fact won’t change and that’s the curse that both of us will have to bear.’ -Signed by King Dominique

Fury pauses, running a hand through his dark hair, the moonlight catching in the sharp angles of his face. “It makes sense now,” he says slowly. “The fact that you’re the Alpha King’s daughter. It all makes sense.” “What do you mean?” I ask, genuinely curious. He hesitates, then looks at me fully. “Ever since I met you… I’ve been having these weird dreams. Dreams of a palace. A huge one, with golden banners and marble halls. And there’s this little girl—playing with me in the sand.” My eyes widen in disbelief. He’s been having the same dreams as me?

More than the girl who had been sold and marked and hunted. But fate had sharper teeth. Because that night, as sleep finally dragged me under, I dreamed. The sea cracked open, spilling not water but bodies. Wolves, vampires, witches, humans, all tangled together, drowning in the red seas in a creeping silence. And above them, a figure rose from the abyss. A king with eyes like ash and fire. The Rogue King. And when he smiled, it was my face staring back. I woke up gasping, heart threatening to stop pumping blood.

" King chuckled. “Besides, who would pass up an opportunity in plain sight? With that cool Ms. Ransi. And I'm sure that I can apply the experience of this project to my dreams.” “Oh, you have a dream too,“ King replied carefree. “Do you think my life is just like this?” Gadis pouted. “Everyone has a dream, Kingkong. It just depends on whether you want to realize it or not. Or maybe you're the one who doesn't have a dream?” “Just want to know or really want to know?“ King asked, raising and lowering his eyebrows.