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“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

"Trace is still at the villa. Go back home and comfort her instead. As for Melanie… It's still not too late to only consider it after she's made up her mind." Raymond listened to Laura's advice and told his driver to send him back to the villa. However, Tracy, who was supposed to be upset, was not at home. The entire villa was empty. Raymond frowned and called Tom at once. "Find out Tracy's whereabout's for today." Ten minutes later, Tom replied, "Ms. Lambert is at Starlight Bar. She invited her best friends for a little gathering, and she's already been there for three hours." Raymond was stunned.

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.

he said, smiling as he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. I sat beside him, and he drove out of the premises. "I forgot to ask where Hailey and Michelle are," he said as we merged onto the main road. "They will be coming with their parents," I replied, watching the familiar scenery pass by. "Then you will see them at home," he said, and I nodded, feeling a bit better about the situation. "This is a beautiful place," he remarked, glancing at the school in the rearview mirror. "Yeah," I muttered, looking out the window. Dream High was in Vancouver, Canada, and it had become a second home to me. I knew I would want to come back here later in life.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

I felt alone again. Days and nights would pass that I see different memories of different people in my dreams. It felt like memories from a different world that I had forgotten too. I kept having dreams and visions of these people in North Carolina, a woman who looked like me in Maldives, a family in England and all these countries I went to and concerts I attended.

My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower. Rushing into the kitchen, I get me a bottle of water and guzzle it down. My heart's pounding. After I calm myself I feel disgusting. I take a long shower then go out to the balcony. It's one in the morning and peaceful. The waves of the lake settle me. I ask God what on earth was that dream about? I know most dreams are meaningless. They come through anxiety and the busyness of the day, but some dreams stick. Most times you can't even remember your dreams right after you wake up, but I remember this dream in full detail. Each time I think of it I become afraid.

I expressed. “Just get fully well for my sake, okay? Your sickness has broken me so much and I need you to help me get over this bad time,” I added. Tears watered my eyes and with one blink, they trickled down my cheeks. I kissed his hair and lay properly to sleep. ~Nightmare~ I found myself standing in the middle of my mother’s living room in Nigeria. She was in the kitchen and I went to meet her. She looked at me with a full-moon smile.