Younger Dreams นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m not sure.” “Well, tell me about it and we can decide together.” He nodded. “Alright, well, I’ve been having dreams.” “Okay. What kind of dreams?” “Ones of a little girl with eyes like mine but who looks like Karin. A daughter, named Jemma.” Aron waved him off. “I wouldn’t stress too much about it. Dreams can be reflections of our hidden desires.” “And if Karin and I are dreaming about the same little girl?” Aron leaned forward. “What?”

Back inside, Shaina took Liliana to her room and helped her wash up, while Matthias paced the room, clearly frustrated. “How did you get out? With no one noticing?” he asked Liliana directly. “I don’t know, Daddy. When I woke up, I was already in the forest. But I had a dream. I heard a voice. And it was calling me there. The voice was gentle and soothing. It even called me ‘my child’,” Liliana explained. It was a made-up story, but she kept her innocent voice steady while putting her plans to work.

He had dreamed of Ava. Not the Ava that the world saw now, the silent brooding girl who never made eye contact with him but the Ava of that night. The manner in which she had laughed so softly, the manner in which her voice had shaken when she called his name, and the manner in which there had been a charged air between them, which could not be overlooked. No one had uttered anything in the dream, but everything was implied. It was still possible to touch the warmth of her hand in his, the intimacy that had seemed bad and yet unquestionably true. Marcus twisted his eyes. "Stop," he muttered to himself.

Trent dreamed of his mother that night. He didn’t dream about her as often as he used to. Sometimes he even thought he’d moved on from her death. But then the dreams and the memories would return with a force to knock the breath out of him. He was fourteen again. Tall for his age but skinny, he’d been a loner in middle school. It didn’t help that the Younger family had a reputation: a deadbeat father and crazy mother, the kids would whisper. There’d been more than one instance where a kid would act like if Trent got too close the crazy would rub off from him like a disease.

She dreamed about when she was ten years old. In the dream, all the children were sitting in the backyard of the orphanage. Raeleigh and another boy had just gotten out of a car. All of them carried a small backpack and a doll. The boy beside her burst out crying as they walked. He turned around and even wanted to go back. The boy was one year older than her and was also slightly taller, but he was a crybaby. He had been crying all the way, and it made her want to burst into tears as well.

After what happened between I and my parents I have decided to let go of my dreams of studying abroad and focus more on my Education . Since I can’t have that I should hold on to the one I already have. Things have become a little bit different at school. Actually, things have changed and these days I am more on my own than with friends except for a particular student who is always around me at times. My face flushed red when I thought of all the times we've spent together "What are you smiling about "

His touch comforted me, making my thoughts clearer. "This is so freaking weird, Tru. It sounds like you re-dreamed?" Ruthie's eyes were wide, like she was looking at the moon. "Yes. And I dreamed more than before, too. Dang! I wish I'd finished it." "Well, no need to keep us waiting. What happened?" demanded Ruthie. "Okay. But it was strange. You know how sometimes I dream about a younger version of me, but I'm watching it all happen?" "Yeah," said Ruthie.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.