Alone With Her Dreams Novels & Stories

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

She moaned and it hit me right in the gut! “May I have some time alone with her, please?” Her mother smiled and nodded, leaving us alone. I looked at her beautiful neckline. She was so pale. So fragile. She moaned and her hand slipped down her body. She was sweaty all over and I could smell her arousal. It was clear that she was dreaming and I wondered if she was dreaming about me. I have heard stories of what females dreamed about while they were in heat.

“There was a time when men were kind...When their voices were soft...And their words inviting...There was a time when love was blind...And the world was a song...And the song was exciting...There was a time..Then it all went wrong..I dreamed a dream in times gone by...When hope was high and life worth living...I dreamed, that love would never die...I dreamed that God would be forgiving...Then I was young and unafraid...And dreams were made and used and wasted...There was no ransom to be paid....No song unsung, no wine untasted...But the tigers come at night...With their voices soft as thunder...As they tear your hope apart...As they turn your dream to shame...He slept a summer by my side....

She finally for the first time looked up at me as her cheeks turned that scarlet color again. I was nodding my agreement. “That is how it was with me this morning.” “And this is what you wanted to talk to me about? Our dreams?” “Alana, I know you feel the chemistry between us, and that dream is telling us something.” She nodded before she spoke, “In my dream, you kept calling me your fated mate? I have no idea what that means. Or why I dreamt of you saying it. And then…” She paused, taking a deep breath, “Your eyes as we held each other. They were not human.”

She is shaking and her skin is pale and clammy. “I dreamt.. It was about Lianne, and Tristan and.. She was murdering him. And you. And.. She was burning down our pack. But it wasn’t really her. It was someone else. Inside her.” She shakes her head as if to clear it. “It was so real.” She whispers. She is a t-shirt and short. The clothes I tucked her into bed with. “And you weren’t in bed. It’s almost 1.30am. What are you doing?” She asks with wide eyes. I take her hand and lead her to the computer where Neptune and his friend are waiting. I sit down with Allie on my lap. I wrap my arms around her, and lean her back into me.

he replied, causing her heart to pound loudly. "No! You said it! You said you would give wings to my dreams," she pleaded, and he smirked. "If I am giving you my support, why aren't you giving me your body, sweetheart?" he asked, his hand toying with strands of her hair. A shiver ran down her spine upon hearing his words, and tears welled up in her eyes once more. " You can't snatch my dreams. " She said in a fearful tone and he smirked. Does she even have an idea how many dreams, peaceful nights she snatched by coming into his dreams? .

I woke up. I sat up and hugged my pillow to myself. I'd been dreaming. I was dreaming of Alex, who I had met only once since about a month ago, when he didn't even remember if a girl called Sola existed. I frustratingly hit my palm hard on my forehead. "What is wrong with you Sola?" I asked my self in the dark bode of my room. Alone. For weeks now I'd been having dreams of Alex. Disturbing, erotica dreams, Of me and Alex together. I didn't know why, but I just couldn't control my insane attraction to him.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.