Novel & Cerita What Dreams May Come

Chapter 031 Esther's POV My eyes snapped open, my chest heaved as I gasped for air. I was drenched in cold sweat and the blankets were wrapped around my body. “shit, fucking bitch. fuck it,” I groaned, biting my lower lips before raking my hand through my hair. It was a terrible nightmare again. It has been almost two weeks since we returned from Dubai and I often see Maya in my dreams. She kept hunting me over and over again, trying to strangle me to death. It worsened to the extent that I had to find comfort in valium to cure insomnia.

I put on an anxious and helpless face. "Don’t jinx my son!" Mom immediately covered my mouth, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled me toward the stairs. "Wait, Mom. You go first. It’s cold outside. I’ll grab a coat for you." Pretending to fetch a coat, I let her go ahead. In my previous life, I had fallen down those stairs on the fifth floor. This time, something felt off. What was with people lying in wait in the stairwell to push me until I tumbled down?

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

that she had placed on the cake herself. I curled my hand into a tight fist. My disappointment was immeasurable when I glared at Matthew. "Matthew, don't you know that Lyanna has a mango allergy?" "Of course, I don't. Luna, I'm Michael. How would I know that?" Matthew blurted out as he averted his gaze.

Maybe he's somewhere in the room, hiding, because that feels too real to just be a dream. I don't know if I'm disappointed or relieved when I don't see him, but my face falls. A loud sigh escapes my lips. “You don't look okay, Cassie,” Maya pushes further. “I am okay,” The lie rolls off my lips effortlessly. She doesn't look convinced enough with the way she stares at me suspiciously. “I just had a weird dream, Maya.” I push the blanket down my body. She rolls her eyes in that familiar way she does whenever she has something hilarious to say, but I give her a look that says I'm not ready for her crazy talks.

"You asked me once why that day. Why that specific moment. Why I came when I did." My heart hammered. "You said it was about Damien's debt. About the money he owed you." "That was part of it. But not all of it." He moved closer. Slowly. Like he was approaching something fragile. "Elena, I need to tell you something. And I need you to not interrupt until I'm finished. Can you do that?" I nodded, unable to speak. He sat across from me. Hands clasped. Eyes intense. "Three months before I showed up at your house, I started having dreams. Vivid dreams. More real than any dream I'd ever had." He paused. "In these dreams, I saw you. A woman I'd never met. Pregnant. Terrified. Falling down a stairca

On her laptop, Chapter 53 flickered across the screen. “Who is she?” Julian whispered, his voice shaking. The suited man collapsed. “She’s the One Who Dreams. She’s about to wake up.” Maya stared at the screen, saw her own name, Julian’s name. She saw the woman’s hand—warm, real. The woman’s eyelids twitched. She started to wake. Maya felt a pull, like gravity yanking at her soul. London, the ink, everything, sucked into the computer. “Maya, what do we do?” Julian cried, flickering like a dying light.

♣ Odessa struggled with a plan that will buy her enough time to extract the Diamond. She wanted the princess to trust her completely, that way was less stressful. The spells Odessa had were not strong enough, so she needed something else. Something Ruby should have brought with her. Ruby gasped, taking a lot of air, and jerked up from a nightmare. In the nightmare, she was being drowned by someone she could not see. She sat straight and shakily observed her environment, she didn't remember coming there the previous night. She observed the fairly lit room, sunlight barely made its way through the window.

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”