Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. 'You came back.' I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Eric: I open my eyes and she is no longer here. The morning reminds me that everything is just a dream. Only just a dream. I rush to the bathroom with an urgent need to pee. I stand up, the bed sheet falls down to my legs and then drops on the floor. I make quick short steps on the floor, which makes it sound like heavy claps. When I reach the bathroom door it provides me instant relief. Irina: And when I open my eyes, I am awake from a dream. I look beside me and figure out that the bed is empty. I am positive there is no thief, it is just me and all these pillows. And it is such a comfort to know it was just a dream.
I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark.
I look around me, I don't recognize this place. Maybe I should start to explore the house. I can hear the sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor. It sounds like a heavy knock on a door.
Where is everybody? Why is no one home?
A big brown couch welcomes me in the living room. The old couch is nearly worn out, where the white cracks are visible on the surface of the leather. I wonder how old the couch is? I sit on this only couch in the living room and observe my surroundings.
A medium sized white bookshelf stands on the left side corner beside the window. A number of books and small toys are placed in the bookshelf. Name it; fiction novels come in all sizes and children story books, and also, collectible toys from movies like Toy Story and some stuffed animals. I also noticed some picture frames.
I grab one of the picture frames, it is a photo of a little girl riding in a pink bicycle. She has black shoulder length hair and a fair complexion. She smiled for the camera and showed some of her missing teeth. She is maybe around 4 to 5 year old.
And there is another photo of her and a woman, whom I think is her mother. Her mother also has black hair and a fair complexion. And she has a sharp nose and almond shaped eyes. Both of them are hugging a big dog. Who are these people? I asked myself while returning the picture frames back to the bookshelf.
I look in front of me where there is a glossy white center table. And on top of the table is a book turned to page 269 and a black small cup of tea. I picked up the book and read the title, it says, The Time Traveler's Wife. The cover of the book shows a little girl and a man's shoes beside her. I returned the book back to its place. A cup of tea and a book, I can imagine an introvert here. And then I touched the tea cup and feel it's smooth porcelain texture. I smell through the thin white smoke that comes from the cup, which the scorch earthly smell burnt my nostrils.
Hell creepy when out of the blue the light turns off. After the light went off, a flat screen television beside the wall turned on. The television changed channels by itself and then tuned into the news. 'The public are warned against the spread of Corona Virus also known as Covid 19.' 'Due to the Covid 19 pandemic lockdown has been implemented in numerous countries and territories worldwide.' 'As of now there is no known medicine against Covid 19.' said the news anchor.
Out of nowhere the light turns back on. What the hell? What is Covid 19?
I know for sure something is not right. I cannot move an inch, it feels like my feet are glued onto the floor. I feel uneasy as my heart is pounding.
What pandemic is she talking about?
I watch from the television the images of people locked in their homes. Like no one is literally allowed to go outside. And there are also images of people dying at the hospital. These people rely on oxygen tanks to be able to breathe. And I noticed the nurse and doctors assisting them are covered from head to toes. They all wear a face mask.
Oh man, shit that looks scary. Am I watching a movie here?
I can feel a drop of cold sweat run down my forehead. I am contemplating the scenes I see from the television when it shuts down by itself.
Just what happened?
And now in front of me is the blank screen of the television where I could see my own reflection. This time it is calm. There alone I sit with my legs apart on the big brown couch. I noticed that my hair and beard have grown longer. I may need to go to the barber shop very soon.
Just when I thought everything seems fine, moments later a song begins to play. 'Dream, dream, dream. When I want you in my arms. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream, dream, dream.' As the song plays, no doubt my heart wants to jump out of my chest. Oh, fuck. My heart beat becomes loud and fast, it is like a never ending sound of a drum. 'When I feel blue, in the night. When I need you, hold me tight. Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream.'
My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don't see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin' door? I can't find the exit. The music continues to play and it's not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. 'I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.'
I walk past the narrow hallway that leads to a room. The door before me swings open. It's like the door is alive telling me to come in. And so I entered through the door, and the first thing I see is a queen sized bed covered in light blue sheets. I look at a big brown stuffed animal together with some pillows on top of the bed.
And then something I can't define hits me right in the head. I begin to feel sleepy and groggy. It is like I was drugged with some kind of sedative. I don't know how and when it happened, but whatever it is, it hits me real hard.
I am a man 5'6 feet tall, but now my body feels very light, almost as light as a piece of paper. And here comes a moment when I finally give in and fall freely on the bed.
My head indulges on top of a pillow. And my legs and arms are comfortably resting and are not moving an inch. My eyes are still open and I look around the room.
The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the yellow curtain flows lightly. And beside the window is a white study table with a laptop, small tea cup and a sketch pad with colored blue pencils on top of it.
The Time Traveler's Wife book, a sketch pad with pencils on top of it and a small cup of tea. 'Oh shit, who the hell are you?
No doubt my body already gives up but my mind is still processing thoughts. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the yellow curtain flows lightly.
I am looking at the yellow curtain when it feels like thunder rings in my head. I realized it could be the same room where I first found myself, only this time it is not empty. I look again at the dark brown framed window at one corner where the yellow curtain flows lightly. And now I am certain this is the same room.
I watched how a strong wind hustled through the window and blew the curtain with a strong force. The light yellow fabric ascended shortly and went back to its original position. And then a very loud Music follows, 'Dream, dream, dream. When I want you in my arms. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream, dream, dream.' The old song hurts my ears. And what happens next, I never know.
I wake up, at what time? I don't know. And who would believe me? I get caught in a bombshell to see a woman beside me. A woman? Do I even have a wife or a girlfriend?
Out of panic I jump off the bed and drop onto the floor. And oh boy it hurts. Who is she? Only three seconds on the floor and there I am beside the door. I am about to flee out of the room, even so I take a look back at her.
I am all frightened but at the same time curious, who is she? I think this time I let my curiosity win over my fear. I pause and look back at her. I observed how she serenely sleeps on the bed. Who is she? A stranger, rather an intruder she is. How did she break into the house? Is she maybe a thief?
I draw closer at her. She has black hair that compliments her fair skin. Her face looks well defined with high cheekbones and a small chin. I watch her breath in calmly through her sharp nose. She switched her head to the other side, opened her lips and let out a sigh, and that is when I realized she is the mother from the photo in the living room. Just wait, who is the intruder here? It's her photo I saw in the living room. Is she? Or rather am I the intruder?
I stand there still staring at her. Her white sleeveless top shows her defined collar bones and also her toned arms. And without her wearing a bra it's pretty obvious she has small boobs, flat chested well I don't mind. Isn't she pretty? What is her name?
She must be real because I know I am dreaming.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!