Cross X Dream Sin Novels & Stories

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.

I could feel his fingers interlacing with mine, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just that connection fraught, intense, and utterly forbidden. My mind screamed for me to pull away, to reclaim the safety of Ethan’s steady love, yet my body betrayed me. I shivered as his hand caressed mine, and my cheeks burned with a mix of desire and guilt. The internal conflict was overwhelming. I knew I was treading dangerous ground, that every physical contact between Lucas and me was a crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Yet, in that silent challenge, I also felt a powerful pull a longing for something I’d buried for far too long. During a short break in the game, I found a moment

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

The kind that makes your blood go cold. I tell him everything. The motel. The vague threat. The smirk I could feel through the damn text message. And Alexander smiles. Not the sexy one I love. Not the one that makes my knees weak and my panties wet. No. This smile is pure sin. It's death with a hint of delight. The kind of smile that promises blood, pain, and no mercy. And God help me... I want to see him do it. To Be Continued...

The pain dragged me under, and the world went black. In the darkness, I thought I saw him, the Lycan Chairman. His figure was hazy, his voice desperate. "Save me... Xena. You're the only one who can..." I reached for him, crying, choking out apologies. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't. Please forgive me." But then his face appeared instead, Selena's face. Her eyes glowed red, dripping with blood. I screamed inside the dream. When I jolted back to consciousness, my throat ripped open in a fit of coughing. Blood sprayed from my lips. My vision cleared, and I realized someone was standing over me.

Both kept their voices very low, but I could tell Sarah's voice was choked with tears. "Nutty, that final strike from the Temptress before it died was so powerful. The enchantment has penetrated Alex's very bones. Can Gus really cure this poison?" Nutty said, "Don't you trust Gus's abilities? You saw it yourself. He says Alex will be fine, so he will be. Besides, didn't he say he's taking Alex as his apprentice? "This is actually a blessing in disguise for Alex. Just try to look on the bright side. Don't worry about it."

she asked. "Where is Jax?" Scarlette asked not in the least offended or detered by Sasha's bad mood, his asleep she threw her phone at Jackson who growled a "what" then picked the phone up off his chest. "Oh, hey Scar, what's happening?" He asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his index and thumb. "I had a dream that you were colatoral damage in the other universe to try and get Gabriel in line." As thise words left her mouth Gabriel Vamped into the room and Sasha had a bit of whip lash sitting up in bed too fast at the mention of her mates death.

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

“D-daddy? Daddy, wake up! “Wake up, there's smoke and fire inside the car.” A silhouette tries to grab her in order for her to get out of the burning car; Selina sticks out her arm in an attempt to reach her father, as she does not want to be separated from him. Selina is jolted awake from her slumber and screams, “No...!! Daddy!!!” Her hand instinctively tries to reach out to someone, similar to what she does in her dream. Selina's soul is permanently scarred by the unusual dream about her past success. Her eyes can't afford to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall.

Too overwhelmed by my guilt and my inability to forgive God for letting me see this dreams, and myself. *...We are the salt and the light of the world. Let us shine our light and give Satan no room to overcome the world, it is written…* I remembered every night and those red eyes, they never stopped haunting me. It had been a while since I'd cried over what I'd lost, and I didn't plan to cry now, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dream that had woken me. The amber-eyed male and how he'd stripped me of every shred of my innocence.