Cross X Dream Novels & Stories

"And I’m not just a patient. You feel the pull. Every time you try to leave this room, your heart aches, doesn't it? You feel like you’re running out of air." Julian flinched. He let go of my neck as if I were made of fire. He backed away, his lab coat rustling in the sterile air. "That’s biological interference. It’s a chemical reaction to a high-stress environment. It’s not... it’s not fate." "Then explain the dreams," I challenged, sitting up. "Explain why you have a scar on your chest where the Duke was stabbed. Explain why you draw my face in your sleep."

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Their connection felt profound, as if they were two souls intertwined since birth, destined to support and understand each other through life's journey. On the other side of this intricate dream tapestry, Xender's eldest son, Xavier's counterpart, was also lost in slumber, unaware of the mirrored dreamscape unfolding simultaneously. Within his dream, he found himself standing in an entirely different house, a place that radiated an air of familiarity and warmth, much like his own home. The dream home, belonging to Xavier, captivated Xender's son with its cozy ambience and comforting hues.

Fear" My head snapped in his direction in confusion. "Everything you saw in your dream and feared off turn true in real life." "But why?" Chris love fear he fest on it and grew more powerful. So STO DREAMING weird things, he mumble last part irritated. What's my fault in it. I love zombie movies, I mumble but my eyes grew wider at the realisation. My head snapped in his direction in shock. "What?" I..I read a l...lot vampire stories too, I whisper thinking the possibility of vampire behind me. But it's okay if they are handsome a wide grin form on my face thinking the way Klaus scream REBBEKAH.

I trailed kisses on her neck and inhaled her flower scent. "You know me, Alpha Xander, I don't even need to tell you who I am because you know me since birth." "What!?" My eyes squinted as I stop and push her to the light, I need to see her face and confirm the idea in my mind. However, when my hand push her she run away and vanished through the night. "Wait? Where are you going? Tell me your name!?" I jerk up from my huge bed as the dream visited me again. It's been a while since I started getting these exotic dreams about a woman coming to me and submitting to my Alpha blood. The hot temperature of my body added fuel to the growing annoyance that I felt.

Ronan woke up panting and trying his damn best to breathe. No, he didn’t have nightmares this time nor even dreamt about anything bad. The reason why he seemed to just run a ten-kilometer marathon was because of none other than Cross—that Alpha sure does know how to invade him and his personal space. Breathing deeply, he clenches his chest. He swallows the non-existent lump on his throat and tries his best not to recall every detail of his dream. Knowing that he dreamt about Cross was enough—remembering the details would be too much this time.

I fell asleep and ended up dreaming about him. He was in what looked like a gym, working out, music in his ears. He wore a white t shirt and some blue basketball shorts. His black hair was tousled, probably from not being able to sleep. I wanted to touch him, but I could only watch. Even though he looked exactly like Xavier, I didn't see him as Xavier. I saw him as Atlas. My wolf called out to him once again and he stopped working out, turning around, looking directly at me. My eyes widened. I knew I was dreaming. As a dream walker, I have more control over knowing when I am dreaming and what I can do. My subconscious allows me do things that my heart most desires, so why am I here?

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Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."