Novel & Cerita What Dreams May Come

She didn't want to stay in this room where what she just lived was so vivid. Declan carried her to his room, placing her gently between the sheets before getting in next to her, holding her against him with his arm about her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. “Now, tell me about your dream, Gemma,” he coaxed. She shivered at the memory of it. “It was the car crash… the one that killed my parents. I saw it again… everything… And the way the car rolled over and over… I was unconscious before the car stopped turning.”

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

“Did switch off the alarm yesterday night?” “Why would I do that? why you asking mate?” “I felt like someone was in our apartment, I don’t know, maybe it was a dream or something, it all just felt wrong” Trevor said. “It was definitely a dream because no one was here yesterday night.” He replied. “If it was a dream then that would be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “Maybe if you sleep now it will come back.” He said jokingly Trevor looked at him with a serious face

As I was busy thinking I saw he had been sizing me up and down. Max’s P.O.V 'Wait! Am I still dreaming? I must be dreaming still. Yeah! I’m in my bed right now and I’m gonna wake up any second now..…3…..2……1' 'She’s marvelous, she’s the one. We want her' 'What the….! Who said that?' the voice said again like in class. Maya’s P.O.V

His eyes followed my movements. I was suddenly not able to look him in the eyes. How do you tell your husband who just came out of a spiritually induced coma that you had an affair with his best friend. "Stop!" He all but squeaked. "I already know what you want to say. You don't have to, not now please. Matter of fact, we have a lot to talk about. All I want to do is go home and continue looking for my missing mother." "I'm right here, my son."

Strangely, despite the terrifying nature of the snake's touch, it felt gentle and careful, almost lulling her before the snake would open its jaws, revealing its long fangs, and bite. May often wondered about the meaning of her dreams. A large black snake certainly wasn't a good omen. Even for someone who didn't believe in mystical things, May couldn't help but shiver. Especially when the dream kept repeating with the same scene. The sound of someone's breathing next to her made May turn to the side.

I was ready to feel this pain in my chest. “I don’t even know what changed—the accident, the coma. Sometimes I feel like myself; most times I don’t.” I pondered aloud. “Why am I having such dreams?” My gaze shifted to her. “It sounds like you’ve been through a lot, and these experiences have left you feeling uncertain about yourself and your dreams. The accident and coma could have had a profound impact on your thoughts and emotions. Dreams often reflect our subconscious mind-processing experiences and emotions. Would you be open to exploring these dreams further? They could provide insights into how you’re processing everything that’s happened.” Her soothing voice explained.

Damien let out a sigh. “You should try bringing your girlfriend here.” Damien looked at her. “It is complicated, mother. I told you in the dream.” “Dream?” the woman raised a brow. “I dreamt about you. Severally.” She smiled. “That was just a dream, dear. It was not real.” “I have been having many dreams about you, most of them usually end up in a nightmare. After the last one, I thought something had happened, so I decided to come here to–”

His late, desperate love meant nothing to me now. Before he could speak again, the front door beeped as someone keyed in the code. In the next second, Naomi appeared behind us. I opened my mouth to cry for help, but she rushed past me, throwing herself into Wayne's arms. "Wayne! Why haven't you been answering my calls? Why are you hiding here? Did you find Arden? The kids need a bone marrow transplant right away…"

After the divorce agreement was signed, Melanie went to the hospital. On her way there, she stumbled upon Tracy's Instagram post. It was a picture of an apartment. On the pale green couch, Tracy had her bare legs resting on Raymond's lap and was flashing a peace sign at the camera. The caption read, "I want to be part of your past as well." Melanie was just a college junior when the Strickland family went bankrupt. Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building.