Romans & histoires Realism

she added with obvious concern as she rushed around her large reception desk toward me. I steadied myself on a nearby chair my fingers sinking into the fabric. I stood taller, feigning the strength I wanted to possess as the room around me tilted. The polished oak floor was a fast-moving river, flowing beneath my precarious footing. I pulled my hand back. The furnishings were liquid and the walls alive. Rationally, I knew that wasn't true, but their movement both fascinated and terrified me as I took off my sunglasses and blinked away the illusion. Only seconds later, the wild carousel I'd been riding slowed, the music softening as Natalie's words finally held meaning. "Yes, Natalie. I'm fin

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

I woke up from the best dream I’ve ever had. I could still picture Logan McAlister’s tongue between my thighs. I realized my panties were soaking wet, which wasn’t surprising considering the image I had in my head. I rolled over to look at my phone and realized it was Friday morning. I jumped out of bed to make sure I had everything packed and ready for the business trip to Seattle that afternoon. After multiple times of checking everything, I just gave up and decided it would be fine. I got dressed to go to the office and make sure everything was set there.

Jason can eat his heart out in regret. Natalie looked forward to Jason's reaction when he saw the "surprise" she would be leaving behind for him. After a while, she said, "Ben, there's something else I'd like your help with." "Sure. What is it?" Benjamin asked. Natalie's expression grew serious. "No one knows better than I do exactly how well Sienna does at art. Besides, her style has always been realistic in the past, but in recent years, all her works have been abstract, and those later works are what got her recognition in the art world.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”