The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

Her eyes roamed around her room and she can't help but notice how it looked so mediocre to her eyes right now after she had just dreamed. Remembering her dreams, Daeira actually clutched her heart right now since it was thrashing wildly on her ribcage. That man she just met was in her dreams. And that dream was so vivid that she was close to believing it. New world. A king. A non-human king with a handsome face and pretty eyes. Yeah, seemed like she was full of imagination this time. Nevertheless, instead of being scared of it, she found herself excited for something. Something she can't name but she felt like it will come. A happy event. She can almost taste it down to her bones as she bit

But my prayers fell on deaf ears. Three days after her passing, the dreams began. Subtle at first, just fleeting images of crowns and thrones. I knew what they portended, but I refused to acknowledge them. I had no desire to be King, no interest in serving Cre's will. But the dreams persisted, growing more vivid, more insistent. I'd wake up, grasping and tired, my mind reeling from the visions.

“Since the past up to this present, I always obtain everything I want! Never am I disappointed before due to any failures! Never have I failed before! Never have I lost anything which I’ve been dreaming of and wishing for! I always obtain all of those! Everything I’ve been targeting to, I’ve been chasing after, will always fall into the grips of these hands of mine! Now, I want to take over, want to conquer, want to rule over all the countries and also all the lands throughout this demons-realm of ours! Do you think I’ll stop and give up as easily as that!” King Richard Orlando Lie was heard spreading out all his dreams, desires, as well as ambitions which he’d been keeping with himself for

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

Estelle POV Aurelian and I walked down the hallway, following the guards. It was the next day, and we had had enough rest, so the king and queen had invited us for breakfast. After the breakfast, I hope we do what we came here for. I am in a hurry to leave the witch kingdom. The dreams have been reoccurring anytime I close my eyes to sleep, even if it’s a quick nap, and the worst part is that I can’t help but want to sleep. I still don’t get why I am having all these dreams, showing me different scenes of Kion just being a good brother to Aurelian, and now they are even grown up. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts as we approached the king and queen seated at the table.

She said, her voice mixed with the one of her wolf, and I nodded. Tears ran down her cheeks, and I couldn´t help but whip them clean with the pad of my thumb. She leaned into my touch, and then I sighed, “Now tell me about those dreams, my Queen…” I said, and she stiffened, “Queen?” She asked, and I nodded, “Yes, my lovely mate… I am the king of the elves…and you are their queen…” He dropped his fucking bomb, and I felt my dreams drift away from me now more than before.

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.

He tried repeatedly, but the image of Queen Lourine Chatrine's face grew farther and farther away. "What was the meaning of my dream? Why did Queen Lourine Chatrine say all these things to me? What does she mean? I can't understand at all despite my efforts. Why does Queen Lourine look so angry? Queen Lourine Chatrine, where are you now? King Van De Fretas ruffled his hair and spoke alone. "I can't solve this dream of mine. Tomorrow morning I have to ask the dream fortune teller. I also have to see the Prince. He must still be angry with me. I will try to persuade him so I can talk to him and ask him a few things." King Van De Fretas tries to go back to sleep. "