The Palace Of Dreams Novels & Stories

Jade is chaos in a bodycon dress and I love her and I should absolutely not trust her. But I'm four glasses of champagne deep and wearing a white dress that says BRIDE across the chest in rhinestones and a tiara that says LAST NIGHT OF FREEDOM and we're in the VIP room of a club called Temptation and the bass is vibrating through the floor into my bones and I don't feel like being responsible.

Then I finally got it. The reason I couldn't make any solid plan was because I have no idea what the palace looks like inside. I need visuals inside the palace. Zion needed to be inside the palace first. He needed to explain and describe to me in detail what he saw there. If it's a large place, then where to begin searching? Time is running out for my sister based on my two dreams. Hmm... I will start with my dream first. It happened inside the dungeon where prisoners were being held.

‘I have never seen a place more gorgeous than this.’ Said Georgina mesmerized by the grandeur of palace as they stepped inside. Jean looked at his daughter and chuckled, ‘this is the royal palace! Savor the view to your heart's content!’ he said seeing her lost. “I have a dream that see you in my dreams you agree or not you are my loved ones Yes, I smile in my sleep, flying in dreams’ She remembered her encounters with Prince Adam again& gets all dreamy. “Will look at prince Adam to my heart's content but for that need to catch his glimpse!” she mumbled to herself while her eyes search for Prince Adam among the guests.

“...Someone inside this palace is plotting against you.” I wake up with a jerk, choking and springing off the floor. My chest heaves, my body's sticky with perspiration. Whatever that dream is–it is not normal. It is a warning. Someone is plotting against me, and they are going to use Ophelia for leverage. But whoever that person is—I will find you. And I will end you!

I’m hardly ten minutes away from Daisy and I’m already feeling it—that ice-cold, feral focus that comes over me when I need to get something important done. And right now, nothing could be more important than rescuing Daisy’s mother. The Palace, as Matt calls it, is a hideout mansion like something out of Scarface. It looks like a house a frat boy would buy if he suddenly woke up with a hundred million dollars. Gaudy, tasteless, and if I remember right, registered to some shell company owned by Matt that he does business through.

Everything seemed to be a dream to him. Tyr remained silent, standing still and staring intently at the scene ahead of him. This was an enormous palace. The whole structure was black, looking like a replica of Hades’ palace from the underworld. “Is this the Imperial Palace? Are both the grimoire and the elixir here?” Tyr stared at the palace in front of him. No matter how he looked at it, he found this place a little creepy. He inhaled deeply, took a step forward, and began to walk toward the palace in front of him.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun. He rode Bucaphelis, Nobody did he shun. One day we met in the garden of Kaleen. Handsome he was and impavid His smile was dimpled and his eyes cerulean He resembled love god Cupid! In his arms, I was carried to his palace, He laid me upon his rose spread bed. We talked and laughed till the sun went down. ' you will be my queen', at last, he said. Alas! It was a dream

How was I supposed to explain that the name had slipped out because of a dream… a recurring one about a boy I didn’t even recognize? The name could only be a coincidence. I tried to replay the strange dream in my mind. Maybe it wasn’t just a dream. Maybe it was a memory from my childhood. I searched for details again, the wide hallways lined with gold-trimmed pillars that stretched higher than I could see. Long curtains flowed from tall windows, thick and heavy, tied back with cords that shimmered faintly. The place looked like a… I stopped in my tracks. A palace. “A palace?” I murmured under my breath, my gaze flickering around the corridor I stood in, as though expecting it to suddenly tra