"Veil of Dreams," follow Soriah , a hesitant Dreamwalker gifted with the extraordinary ability to step into the dreams of others. Her journey of self-discovery takes her through mesmerizing dreamscapes where she must heal wounds, confront fears, and unlock the deepest mysteries of the human heart.
Soriah stood at the threshold of her small, secluded cottage, the soft breeze rustling through the ancient trees that guarded her home. The scent of wildflowers hung in the air, a fragrant reminder of the world beyond her sanctuary. Her gaze was fixed on the moon, its silvery glow casting long shadows in the grove. She hesitated, as she had done countless times before.
Inside, the cottage was a haven of simplicity. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and the stone fireplace crackled with a gentle fire. Shelves lined with books on dreams and the human mind stood against the walls, a testament to her solitary pursuit. A single, plush armchair faced a large window that framed the moonlit world outside. Soriah had spent countless hours there, gazing at the moon, contemplating the mysteries of dreams.
For Soriah, dreams were not merely the fleeting images of the night; they were an uncharted realm, a world of emotions, memories, and fears. And she, by some twist of fate, was a Dreamwalker, gifted with the extraordinary ability to step into the dreams of others. It was a gift she had been born with, one that had set her apart from the world.
But as gifted as she was, Soriah had always hesitated to embrace her power fully. The very idea of delving into the innermost thoughts and fears of strangers terrified her. She had learned to keep her gift hidden, using it only to soothe the nightmares of her own restless mind.
On this particular night, however, something stirred within her. A longing she couldn't ignore. She had spent years on the periphery of other people's dreams, peering into their subconscious minds without fully stepping inside. But tonight, she felt an irresistible pull, a call from the dreamscape that could no longer be denied.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the grove. Soriah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, summoning her courage. She whispered to herself, "It's time."
With that, she opened her eyes and stepped into the moonlight, her feet sinking into the soft earth. She wore a simple white gown that billowed around her as she moved. Her long, ebony hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, the color of midnight, were filled with determination.
As she walked deeper into the grove, she could feel the energy of the dreamscape tugging at her, welcoming her. Her heart quickened with anticipation and fear, for she knew that once she crossed the threshold into another's dream, there was no turning back.
She reached a clearing bathed in moonlight and closed her eyes. She focused on her breath, slowing it until it matched the rhythm of a dreamer in the midst of slumber. Her senses sharpened, and she felt a shift in the air. She was no longer in the grove but standing on the precipice of a dream.
With a final, resolute step, she entered the dream. It was like stepping through a shimmering veil, and suddenly, she was surrounded by a surreal landscape. Colors danced and swirled, and the world around her seemed to be in constant motion. She was no longer in control of her surroundings; she was a guest in someone else's subconscious.
Before her stood a vast, open field. The grass beneath her feet was impossibly soft, and the sky above was a brilliant shade of cerulean. In the distance, she could see a figure, a solitary dreamer lost in their reverie. Soriah felt a deep connection to this dreamer, a sense of shared emotion that transcended words.
As she approached, the dreamer's face came into focus. It was a young woman, her eyes filled with sorrow and longing. Soriah could feel the weight of the dreamer's emotions as if they were her own. She reached out a hand, touching the dreamer's shoulder gently.
The dreamer turned to face her, and their eyes locked in recognition. Soriah felt a surge of empathy, an overwhelming desire to help. The dreamer spoke, their voice a whispered echo in the dream.
"Who are you?" the dreamer asked.
"I am Soriah," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of her gift. "I've come to help you."
The dreamer's eyes glistened with tears, and she nodded. "Please, help me find my way."
Soriah took the dreamer's hand, and together, they began to navigate the dream, seeking answers, healing wounds, and unlocking the deepest mysteries of the human heart.
In that moment, as they walked together through the mesmerizing dreamscape, Soriah knew that her journey of self-discovery had truly begun. She had crossed the threshold into a world of dreams, and there was no turning back.
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They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
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.