Younger Dreams นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

I wasn't sure of how anything was going to feel, but the feeling was more intense now than it had been in the dream. Lyra's food choice threw me for a loop; I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was; Lyra seems to be a lot like Vega when it comes to food. Just another thing I was going to love about her. I hope Lyra doesn't mind the age difference; it's only five years; I turned twenty-six last month. I wonder if Lyra knows that I had the same dream that she had had? I honestly didn't know what I should or should not do. So when I saw her staring at everyone on the dance floor. I thought that that would be the best chance to get close to her.

Maxwell didn't waste a second and consumed her lips for more than a minute. The young women were staring enviously at Emma. She has gotten hold of what all the young women in G city want to have. Now there is no more something like ' MAXWELL KING, THE YOUNGEST TYCOON IN G CITY IS THE MOST HANDSOME BACHELOR IN THE COUNTRY...

"Lucy, I need to go. Eat on time, lock the doors and take care of yourself. I'll be home soon. Wait for me." Beep. Beep. Beep. The line went dead. Not that it mattered. Lucy wasn't worried. Marilyn would update her soon enough. Sure enough, within minutes, another video arrived. Shawn said, "Daddy, my birthday wish is to have a little sister." Sharon clapped excitedly. "Sister! Sister!" Steven didn't refuse. He simply smiled at them. "Then Daddy will try." Then he turned to Marilyn. The camera caught the soft curve of his lips, the warmth in his eyes. "What do you think, Mommy?"

Quinn batted her eyes dramatically at Serena, who nodded calmly. “Sophia, I understand you’re grieving, but in our family, we bury our loved ones. Push him back right now,” Serena said tearfully, fixing her gaze on my hands gripping the gurney. I smiled faintly. All I needed was a gentle push, and Lannister would meet the flames. “Mom, cremation is the modern way. Besides, Lannister is already dead. He won’t feel anything anymore.” I subtly pushed the gurney forward.

ADAIRA ** I had weird dreams. Dreams of wars and death that seemed more like memories I have lived through or will live through in the future. In every one of these dreams, I saw a different version of me, with white hair and white eyes. I saw my grandmother again, she was warning me to hurry, telling me that we were running out of time. I tried to ask her questions but I could not do so in my dream, it was like there was a barrier between us and she kept being pulled away from me and out of my reach.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. “But silly dreams like that are for children,” she added mournfully. “As you get older you realise that your dreams don’t come true, but your nightmares do.” She paused. “So truthfully now, how do you know of me, or are you some figment of my imagination and the smoke has finally done its job?”

I laid myself down in my bed, rationalizing the need for sleep to myself. ‘These dreams that I’ve been having…’ ‘They’re much different than the old ones.’ My body relaxed, and I felt myself growing more and more fatigued, readying myself. These new dreams were memories of a different time. No longer were they about my years as a child, but of my years of being an Ultimate. The thought intrigued me, and as my eyelids eventually heavied themselves to a close, my mind grew dark, yet darker, and I willingly entered the world of dreams.