Bottom Dream の小説・ストーリー

"Is there any way to stall them?" "Why do we need to stall?" Barren asks, giving a broad grin. "We can go straight to them. But first, put that suit on." Ten minutes later, I’m suited up and held tightly against Barren as the ground beneath us opens up and we begin to fall through the dream plain itself until we crash through a bubble and find ourselves in what looks almost like a BDSM dungeon filled with people in many different phases of sex and dominance. "What the hell?" I hiss as the stench of arousal reaches my nose. "Who the fuck dreams of shit like this?"

People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same. Feeling a little embarrassed at the hunk standing over me with such concern, I hid my face childishly under the soft white pillows. Groaning out loud and wishing I was not in this situation. "Shh my sweet baby, you're safe now." He pulled me into his chest and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in his strong aroma. Was I still dreaming. Thoughts of my old pack house popped into my head filling me with guilt. "Please. I need to go." I mumbled trying not to make contact with those eyes of his. God I wish I could lose myself into him and forget everything.

And so he had apologized, but now the eyes still glared, hunting him. Brandon screamed them away and suddenly. LIGHT. Like a slash of fire it broke across his dreams, pulling him down into the nightmare that he had every few days on a tiresome loop. And as sad and crazy as it was this nightmare was the only thing that he had, that was his, that he always had, not matter what. A nightmare in a nightmare was his only calm. His only real comfort. And as fucked up as that was Brandon gave into the nightmare. Let it settle. Because he knew he couldn't fight.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

His lame excuse just made me feel hollow. Afraid I'd be hurt? Then why cheat? Worried about my feelings? Then why shove birth control down my throat? What a joke. Joshua Merck—the guy's got zero shame. I let out a bitter laugh, watching guilt squirm across his face. Seeing the guilt and unease on his face, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "For years, I barely slept—stressed out, hair falling out in clumps—losing my mind over not having a baby. Do you have any idea what that did to me?

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Nothing that connects us to the father of Tristan. We called it a day by midnight, all of us too exhausted to talk further. Diamond and I head to our old bedroom, which has now been repaired. We don't even bother changing into different clothes. The moment we lie down on the bed, we're asleep. And that's when the dreams come. I'm on top of a very tall mountain, with trees

"It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one belongs to the Princess of Dirbay." Gianna gasped loudly, her eyes gleaming with envy. However, she suddenly thought of something. "But as I recall, you hate the color blue the most. Why would Mr. Johnson give you a blue brooch, then?" Tracy's smile froze on her face. "Who said I didn't like blue? My current favorite color is blue!" Gianna didn't press any further. She turned and pointed at the hallway, suddenly screaming, "Trace, look! Mr. Johnson is here! He's coming!"

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Soon, she drifted off into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with images of a different life. In the morning, Brenda slowly opened her eyes, feeling the softness of the pillow and the warmth of the sheets wrapped around her. She blinked, trying to remember where she was. Then, she turned her head and saw Damien lying beside her, snoring lightly. The memories of last night came flooding back, and Brenda’s heart sank. She had never slept in his room before, let alone make love to him. She sat up and looked around the room, trying to get her bearings. It was a cozy space, with dim lighting and a few posters on the walls. The clock on Damien’s bedside table caught her eye, and she gasped when