Novel & Cerita The Palace Of Dreams

In my final days, I made one last request of Jason. He didn't ask questions. He just wheeled me out of the hospital and took me to an old church. It was the place I had always dreamed of having my wedding. I scouted this place a few years ago and even made time to come here, memorizing every corner. I was worried that things might go awry as I was setting up this place. I wanted to make it perfect. Back then, my head was full of love, like a dream made of cotton candy.

As the two of them joined forces, the door in front of the main road slowly opened. Behind the door, there was a magnificent palace. It was the smell of money, the smell of the rich. The entire palace was about a hundred meters tall and almost couldn't reach the top. Vaguely, one could only see dragons and phoenixes flying on the top, as well as evil spirits chasing after them. In short, since there were immortals and evil spirits, Samuel would absolutely believe that this place was a Divine King Hall or a Great Devil Hall in terms of pomp and circumstance.

The palace is a stage for power and betrayal, and I have danced on its edges for so long that the line between enemy and friend has blurred beyond recognition. In the silence of that small chamber, I allow myself to feel the full weight of the decisions ahead. My ambition, once sharp and clear, now feels muddled by compassion and regret. The traitor’s shadow, the relentless pursuit of loyalty, and the trembling soul of Damien—all these images come together in a swirl of light and darkness that I cannot escape. Tonight, the palace does not seem like a fortress of strength but a fragile structure built on the hope of control. The cracks in its foundation widen with each passing moment, and I f

Miles looked up, confusion in his eyes. He was just about to speak when my phone chimed. I glanced at the screen. Bianca had posted on Instagram. In the photo, a jade bangle gleamed on her wrist. The caption read, “Thank you for the gift, Evan. It’s beautiful.” I recognized that bangle. It was the Pierce matriarch token. In my previous life, Evan had given it to her behind my back on our wedding day. It seemed that in this life, he was truly anxious.

I start to dream and this makes my dream self groan, thinking it another one of Theo’s attempts. He gave me dreams last night about our future together, thinking I will be dumb enough to believe to fall for that. It turns out this dream was different. I was in a strange palace, strange in the sense that I had never been here before. Was this a premonition? Or was this the sign I had prayed to the moon goddess for.

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.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

It turns out the palace also has a gym and an indoor pool, open at any time! “And here in our palace is the floor with the library and just a few rooms,” the brunette explains as we reach the second-to-last floor. “The top floor is strictly royal quarters and Karadeilis’s own bedroom, but we won’t go there—you understand.” It’s insanely interesting to take everything in, to immerse myself in all this luxury and expensive splendor. As we head toward the library, chatting cheerfully, my mood suddenly shifts the moment I notice something. My soul drops to my heels and flashbacks assault my mind when I see a very familiar door, carved with engravings of plants and flowers. That’s the door from m

I wasn't so interested in speaking with anyone, especially not with him. “When I speak to you, you will respond with your voice.” He growled, and I just knew I was in for much trouble. “Yes.” I whispered softly, and he hissed. The palace was quite beautiful. It had better touches compared to the Palace in the South. This Place was advanced in every form one could think of. When Zion mentioned it being a restaurant for demons, this wasn't what I imagined. I guess demons do make the best for themselves. The walls had acrylic paintings on them that made them even more attractive. There were robots at several turns, although they were doing very minimal things.

The uncertainty gnawed at me as I entered the palace, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger or opportunity. As I entered the palace of the Night Moon Pack, I was struck by its ancient grandeur. Despite its age, the palace still exuded a sense of majesty, with intricate artifacts and designs that seemed to whisper stories of the past. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the pack's history, and the floors creaked beneath my feet, polished to a shine by generations of footsteps. But I forced myself to focus, remembering that I wasn't here to sightsee or admire the beauty of the palace. I had been abducted, and my priority was to find a way out, not to indulge in aesthetic