Years Of A Million Dreams Novels & Stories

— Feeding. — My broken relationship. — My job (or lack of one). — My parents’ debts. — Credit card debt. — College. I stopped, hand frozen. Each word felt like a scar. A wound I had to reopen to get them down. I flipped the page. Dreams. — Travel out of the country. — See the Eiffel Tower. — Fly private. — Go to an underwater hotel. — Take Ella to Disneyland. — Get my boutique someday. — Wear a wedding dress that fits me like a second skin.

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

“The one thing that always got me into trouble was my stubbornness and my big mouth.” “I like big mouths.” Milana laughed louder this time and Kelley realized how that had sounded. “That’s not what I meant.” “I’d like to get to know the real you too, I’ve already met the asshole you.” She started laughing again and Kelley had to smile. “I deserved that.” Kelley and Milana fell asleep like that and for the first time in years they both slept through the night. Kelley dreamed blissfully of putting a gun to Charles’s head and pulling the trigger as Milana dreamt of seeing her mother again.

“When I was a kid, I always dream to have a better life. Better life with my own house, own car, a high-paying job that can actually sustain all the things I want and a healthy lifestyle and a good mental health. And I want to pursue my passion and do all the things I want before doing my responsibility as a daughter and a good citizen of this country. Now, my dreams becoming reality now. Easier to achieve than yesterday. And I know God will guide me to the right path. I will achieve my dreams together with the people who believes in me" Miana stays up late that's why she will go to their office at noon. Sleepy but need to go to work, she prepares herself in an instant. Looking at her face i

~MILLIE~ “Urgh.” My alarm clock buzzed on the drawers next to my bed. Reluctantly, I extended my arm out from the warmth of the covers and turned it off. Ahh, another sleepless night. Dan plagued my subconscious mind during the midnight hours, tormenting me with the same reoccurring dream. A dream where I appear to be happily walking down the street on a hot summer’s day. The warmth from the sun-kissed the bare skin of my arms and legs and a gentle breeze playfully danced with the fabric of my beautiful knee-length dress. The scene is perfect. I'm completely lost within that moment. But then it changes. The sun hides behind thick black clouds as the atmosphere turns cold. Dan appears out of

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

" Your dreams. Well,how you'd see your life in two or three decades ,when you were still a little girl .." "Well , as a little girl,i've always wanted to help others.. I mean,being in the medical field was one of my biggest dream..Sometimes ,when i went to see my mother at the hospital..well when she used to be in her shift..i've always feel sad for those people who were very sick... I mean,some of of us have the chance to have a good health and everything..but sometimes we're not satisfied with what we have ,already..we want more ,we want more and more..Sometimes we have a pretty face,yet everyone tells us that we actually have a pretty face..and what we usually do? We always try to ruin th

"Hey, isn't your Millie getting promoted again? She's making two million a year now. That's incredible!" "Oh, please. It's nothing compared to your wife. She got her master's degree abroad and is currently employed at a state-owned enterprise." It was Ryan's old classmates, aggressively sizing each other up. Standing out in the hallway listening to them, I found the whole display completely meaningless. Suddenly, someone turned the conversation toward Ryan, their tone dripping with subtle mockery. "Ryan, what happened to that wife of yours? You know, the one who dropped out of school to work for you? Why isn't she here tonight?"

I heard that she flew into a rage and trashed her entire office when the summons was delivered to her. I just chuckled when I heard that. Had she already admitted defeat that quickly? But this was only the tip of the iceberg. … I had loved Ingrid for 11 years, and I had been more than willing to give up everything for her, even my life. However, I was still a wealthy heir who had now gone through some of life's greatest ups and downs. I had seen the harsh realities of life; I wasn't some brainless, naive, good-for-nothing heir.

from a man who had more money in his watch than I had in my entire lineage. I looked at Daphne, who was currently stomping her feet and crying over a lost I*******m opportunity, and then back at the phone. I didn't have a choice. I was a farm girl with a debt, and Andrew Ashford was a man who might have a million-dollar solution.