The Luna's awakening: Twisted fate, Tangled hearts

Stella's POV.

I woke up gasping for air, my heart beating so fast that it felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. I was sweating profusely, my body drenched in a layer of sweat that made my sheets cling to me like a second skin. What just happened? Was that real? Or was it just another dream? I looked around my room, taking in the familiar surroundings of my new home. Everything seemed normal, except for the throbbing sensation between my legs.

I sat up in bed, still trying to catch my breath and clear my head. The dream felt so real, so intense, making it so hard to shake off the feeling that it was more than just a figment of my imagination.

In the dream, I was in the arms of a man I had never met before, but I felt so safe with him like I had known him my whole life. We were in a room, with dimmed lights and candles flickering in the background. His lips was on mine and he was kissing me passionately, his lips moving in perfect sync with mine as if we had been practicing for years. I could feel his hard body pressed against mine, his hands roaming over my curves, caressing me in all the right places. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and yet, it felt so natural, like it was meant to be.

As the dream progressed, things got even more intense. He started undressing me slowly, his hands trailing over my skin, liting it on fire with every touch. I could feel his eyes on me, devouring me with every glance. He was so gentle, yet so rough, his movements perfectly synchronized with mine, as if we were dancing to the a rythm created by the slizzing energy. And then, just in one go, we were naked, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. I could feel his dick pressing against me, hard and insistent, urging me to surrender to him completely. And I did, oh how I much i did.

The sensation was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over me, pulling me under. I felt his hands gripping my hips, his lips on my neck, as he plunged deep inside me, again and again, filling me completely. I moaned his name, over and over, as the pleasure built inside me, threatening to consume me whole. And then, with one final thrust, I exploded in a sea of ecstasy, my body convulsing in pleasure. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed inside me.

And then, it was over. I woke up, alone in my bed, the only evidence of my dream being the wetness between my legs. It felt so real, so vivid, that it was hard to believe that it was just a dream. Who was that man? Why did he feel so familiar, yet so unknown? And why did my body react to him in such a way? I had so many questions, and yet, no answers.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It was just a dream, I told myself. Nothing more, nothing less. But as I looked down at my body again, still perplexed, there it was, the aftermath of pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder. Was it really just a dream? Or was it something more, something that I had been waiting for my whole life?

A man I had never seen before, and yet, he felt so familiar, like we had met in another life. It was strange, to say the least, but oddly okay at the same time. I mean, let's be real, who doesn't love a good dream about passionate sex? It was exciting. A different kind of pleasure.

I couldn't deny that it felt pretty damn good and real. Who was this man? I wondered again. Was he a figment of my imagination, or did he actually exist in my memory? It was all so confusing, and I didn't know what to make of it.

And even though it was a little embarrassing, I couldn't be more proud of myself. After all, not everyone could say that they had an orgasm in their sleep.

I could still hear my heart thomping loudly against my ribcage and I took a deep breath ,calming myself down. It was just a dream, I reminded myself. Nothing more.

The door of my room burst open and the figure of my bestfriend, Celine walked into the room with her usual exuberance. "Hey there, dream girl! What's going on?” she paused and then continued “You look like you just saw a ghost!" she quipped.

I chuckled, shaking my head at her silly joke. "I wish, at least I would have had something to say" I paused, noticing her drawled brows, she seemed confused and that made two of us.

"What?" She plopped down on my bed.

"I had a crazy night" I shook my head to fight off a shiver.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there, missy! Why are you holding your crotch that way? Did your Ricky give you a little too much to handle? I'm suspecting he's got a big dick, doesn't he?" she teased, winking at me.

She pegged him as Ricky since we both didn't know what to call him.

I blushed, feeling embarrassed at her joke. "Celine, come on, stop it," I scolded, playfully punching her in the arm. I was not sure if I wanted to tell her how real this dream was anymore.

"Alright, alright, sorry about that," Celine said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Is everything okay, though? Do you want to talk about it?"

I took a deep breath, feeling grateful for Celine’s concern. "Yeah, actually, I do. I had this really weird dream last night. . .”

“But you have been dreaming about this guy since you were eighteen and that's almost two years ago, what could be. . .”

“No Celine, this time is a little different. He made love to me and it felt too real” I said, solemnly, interupting her.

Her eyes widened in interest. "Ooh, juicy! do tell! Do tell” she squealed

I hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed. "Well, it's kind of personal, but let's just say that it was... intense," I said, my cheeks turning red.

Celine grinned, nudging me playfully. "Sounds like my kind of dream! But seriously, though, are you okay? You seem a little rattled."

I took another deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I seem to be the only one taking it seriously. “Yeah, I'm okay. It was just a dream after all. I'll get over it," I said, giving Celine a reassuring smile.

Celine nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Okay, cool. Well, we better get going if we don't want to be late for work. Are you ready?"

As Celine and I left the comfort of the orphanage, we embarked on a journey to navigate the vast expanse of life on our own. We had been each other's pillars of support for as long as we could remember, and our bond was stronger than blood. We were more than friends; we were basically sisters at this point.

This ordeal started when I turned eighteen, I started seeing him—the mysterious man from my dreams. Most of the time it was as if he was there to take what belonged to him. He would appear at the most unexpected times, always lurking in the shadows, watching over me. There was an undeniable connection between us, a bond that I couldn't fully comprehend. Somehow, I always felt safe in his presence, like he was there to protect me. My own guidian angel.

But I doubt he was an angel, he seemed to have a dark side rather than an angelic side.

Celine knew all about my encounters with this enigmatic man. I had confided in her, sharing every detail of our encounters. She had seen firsthand the effect he had on me and understood the strange mixture of excitement and unease that he stirred within me. She was my confidante. The only person I could talk to.

It was our first day of work at the CLUB ROYALE in New York City.

New York Nightlife is packed with the hottest, jazziest, and glamorous after-dark action. It is one of the best places on earth to be truly alive when the sun goes down. New York always remains energetic, even during the day. Yet a different form of vigor wave hits the city when the night dawns upon it. And club royale is one of the best and we got a job there!

I and Celine looked at ourselves, with a shot eating grin on our face.

"Are you ready?"Celine asked as we stood outside the club.

"Not really"I swallowed "But we are definitely stepping in there"

"That's the spirit baby!" she hollered.

To passerby it seems like we were going to have the best night of our life, trust Celine to make things seem that way.

We entered the bustling bar, and the rhythmic beats of music enveloping us and vibrating through our bodies.

The air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses. It was a scene that was meant to draw people in, and it did just a great job at that. People were dancing and mingling, their energy contagious.

We made our way to the Vip section where we were expected to take care of today, embracing the atmosphere that pulsed with life.

"Here areyour aprons" The manager said, handing a brown apron to us both. "since you both have experiences with this, I will leave you both to do your thing" and he walked away.

"What an asshole, man didn't even give us a drink to celebrate our employment"Celine scoffed.

I smiled, still looking around the club. "We should be greatful he even gave us a chance to work."

"Alright, I will go the the other VIP section. And you stay here" she paused. "We are to meet back here okay?" Nodding my head, I watched as she made her way towards the opposite end of the club to another VIP cubicle.

The Vip section was one of the worst places you could be stationed. Being constantly watched was one thing and having thugs and men who like to throw money around breathe down your neck was another. Getting hit on was perhaps the worst even.

But all of a sudden, amidst the pulsating energy, a mild scuffle erupted in the middle of the dance floor. People's voices grew louder, and a sense of tension filled the air.

It was almost tangible. I could even hear a pin drop.

I felt my heart skip a beat as my eyes scanned the chaotic scene, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. And then, in the midst of it all, I saw him.

There he stood, his presence commanding attention. It was him—the man from my dreams. My breath caught in my throat, and time seemed to stand still. I was rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from him. The world around me faded into insignificance as my eyes locked with his, a flood of emotions rushing through me.

Was this real, or was I insane?

It was as if the lines between dream and reality had blurred, merging into one surreal moment. The familiarity in his eyes mirrored the connection we had formed in my dreams. It was an electrifying encounter, and I couldn't help but wonder what it meant. Was he just a figment of my imagination or something more?

"F-Freya, is everything OK?" Celine asked, walking up behind me. "Freya?!"

"Celine” I muttered, unsure if she could hear me, not bothering to know why she came back.

“Freya, what's wrong?” She asked again, her hands shaking my shoulders to snap me out of the trance I had found myself in.

“He is here Celine and he is looking right at me!”