Alone With Her Dreams Novels & Stories

A puff of air leaves her lips in a frigid wave of mist, but she doesn’t open her eyes. What if I’m not her mate? What if I’ve wasted all this time chasing a delusion? What if Titus was right, and the witches planted those dreams in my head to try to buy themselves some time? But somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind I hear that song, those sweet, delicate plucking of keys. I feel warm sunshine on my face as I watch her comb through her golden hair with her fingers. She’s mine. In those dreams, she was mine.

How fantastic reality would be if it were like this, where life gives me what I have admired until now from a distance. "And, why are you so far away from me then?" I propose to her. No doubt the water will open paths that will bring her body close to mine. Once she is close to me, my next request is that the hands that touch me dare to truly satisfy me like the man I am. Because that without a doubt is the best dream I've ever had... "Look at me, Alfred! It's me Selena" She laughs and it's amazing how even in a dream she gets the upper hand in making fun.

She didn't dream of a prince or a hero. She dreamed of fire. She dreamed of the dining hall burning. She dreamed of the boots of the Alpha melting into the floor. And most of all, she dreamed of the look on their faces when they finally realized that the Omega they had spent years breaking was the only thing that could destroy them.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

I stared at Jason with a cold face, then glanced at the woman. I couldn't tell if I believed him. The bride slowly approached, her designer gown made of satin and as delicate as snow petals. She looked cool and distant, a single tear hanging on her long lashes as she lowered her head. "I really am sorry. I didn't know you two were together. He told me you're very open-minded and wouldn't mind… That's the only reason I asked him…" She bowed deeply, her shoulders trembling. I simply watched it in silence. Ha.

A half-written business plan titled “My Dream.” He’s chest tightened with a complicated storm of emotions–pride, hurt, confusion, and something warm that felt dangerously close to awe. She was building her own restaurant. The dream she had mentioned once in passing, the one she had buried years ago. She was actually doing it in secret, right under his roof. He didn’t hear her footsteps returning when the bedroom door clicked open. Andrea stepped into the bedroom carrying a glass of fresh orange juice, a soft smile already forming on her lips–until her eyes landed on Henry sitting up with her open laptop resting on his lap.

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

Koa's voice was angry but also sad. "I'm just warning you to not let what happened last time, happen again. And of course she still wants you. She will always return to the man who understands her, the one who will let her be silly and wild. She will always want the guy who has never acted like she was too much to handle. Even if she can be at times." I heard Dom sigh before commenting, "I just don't want to lose who she is with you ever again. You make her happy. When you left she was so far in the dark that none of us could help her. She wouldn't let us and despite our efforts, we couldn't do much other than try." I heard Dom lightly smack Koa's shoulder before standing to leave. I quickly

she even commented it on me, as she clarified herself on what she wanted from me now. “As what could you see, I was reading a book seriously earlier, and you all of a sudden emerge from nowhere. How can you tell I am in depth of my thoughts?” I presented the book to my face again, even though I wasn’t really reading it actually. In reality, I was thinking about my dream last night and bothered owing to the fact that it seemed to be really true. I don’t know. I just find it weird in the first place. Why would I be dreaming such nonsense dream in the first place? When in reality, Dralia is mine and mine alone. No one can have her except me. And no one can keep her away from me instead. I would

She wasn't sure if she was ready for that chapter. “Don't think too much about this Lia, everything is going to be okay. Who knows, maybe you might find the man of your dreams there.” Jane winked at her. The man of her dreams. ‘Amber eyes’. It was all just a dream, no man would want to be with her after everything that Davis did to her. Her past was terrible. “Please...” Jane pleaded. “I-i will go Mrs McCain...b-but w-what if I fail the interview?” Accalia asked with a stammer.