DREAM STATE (Book One)

DREAM STATE (Book One)

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Chaos. It was utter chaos. Alarms flared causing all in the vicinity to panic -scattering like ants about the building. Something had caused this particular disturbance. It was an unusual occurrence but it was to be the first of many. Theodore Storm walked briskly into the elevator after successfully weaving his was through the crowd of panicked co-workers. The elevator was newly commissioned and had been made of pure glass to allow observation, what could be seen were scientists working helter- skelter to decipher the problem. Or at least locate the source. The elevator doors open as soon as it reached his destination. He gripped his folder tighter than he had before, probably to make sure it hadn't disappeared. He stepped off the elevator and walked down the long hall way that seemed to go on forever until he reached the mahogany doubled door. He raised his hand and knocked twice. "Come in" said a voice from the other side and so he did. Seated- pardon, towering over a desk at the far end of the room was the dark looming figure that was known simply as "The Boss". Few knew of his existence, and that was exactly how he liked it. The boss reclined in his chair gazed coldly at Storm. "Oh, its you" he said, dryly. Storm gulped, that wasn't the best way to start. "Uh, s-sir we have a problem-" "Yes, we do" the boss stood from his chair and walked towards the window behind his chair. "I woke up this morning. I heard a siren" he paused and looked over his shoulder at Storm. "Why?" It wasn't a question that needed to be asked twice. "I-I..." "You what?" He snapped. "I know why" The boss faced him eyes narrowed in distaste. "Well," Storm released a shaky breathe. After his what he was about to say, he knew his boss' wrath would surely follow. "Someone woke up"
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Sneak Peek: The door slammed shut, and before Noor could react, Theodore's presence consumed the room. His piercing gaze locked onto her, dark and possessive, making her heart race. He moved toward her with deliberate steps, his commanding presence closing the distance in seconds. "Did you think you could escape me, Noor?" His voice was low, dangerous, a promise that made her pulse quicken. Before she could respond, he was right there, towering over her. His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her close. She was pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the strength of his dominance. "You belong to me," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a kiss-rough, urgent, claiming. His hands roamed, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough. She gasped, breathless, as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. He pressed his body against hers, his desire undeniable, his kiss relentless. "You're mine," he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with possessiveness. Noor's body trembled in response, her resistance slipping as his touch ignited a fire inside her. Despite her attempts to push away, she knew one thing: she was his.

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