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Is Just A Dream Right

A Dream called You

What would you do if you got a second chance at life... but only in your dreams? Yuuma Kisaragi is invisible. At nineteen, he's already a college dropout, a disappointment to his mother, and a ghost in his own life. No friends, no future, no hope—just endless days of watching other people live the life he'll never have. Until he dreams. In that dream, he wakes up in a parallel Japan where everything feels familiar yet impossible. Cherry blossoms bloom out of season, the sky holds mysteries he can't explain, and most importantly—**people can see him.** A mysterious silver bracelet appears on his wrist, pulsing with an energy he doesn't understand. It seems to respond to his emotions, but what does it want? And why does it feel like it's... counting something? --- Enter Airi Minazuki—the girl everyone loves to hate. She's stunning, brilliant, and completely unpredictable. One moment she's laughing like sunshine, the next she's cold as winter rain. Her classmates call her fake, unstable, attention-seeking. But Yuuma sees something else in her eyes—a longing he recognizes all too well. Their connection is instant. Electric. Impossible to ignore. For the first time in his life, Yuuma matters to someone. He makes friends who feel like family. He discovers laughter, purpose, and something he never dared hope for. But in a world born from dreams, nothing is ever as simple as it seems. --- As Yuuma builds the life he's always wanted, questions begin to haunt him: Why does this world feel so real when he knows it's not? What happens when the bracelet stops glowing? And why does Airi sometimes look at him like she's seeing a ghost? Some dreams are too beautiful to be just fantasy. Some connections are too deep to be coincidence. And some love stories... transcend reality itself. --- This isn't just another isekai romance. This is about second chances that come with hidden costs. About love that defies explanation. About discovering who you really are in a world that might not exist—and fighting to keep that person when everything falls apart. It's about the magic of human connection, the power of hope, and the question that will haunt you long after you finish reading: If you could live your perfect life in a dream, would you ever want to wake up? --- Join Yuuma as he discovers that the line between dreams and reality isn't as clear as he thought—and that some chances only come once, even if they come twice. A story that will make you question everything you know about love, dreams, and the courage it takes to truly live. When reality gives you nothing, dreams give you everything. But what price are you willing to pay to keep them? [Also Coming soon on Royal Road! https://www.royalroad.com/profile/752633]
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I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
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