Cross X Dream Sin Novels & Stories

Hoping they will be in his favor. With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Xander lifted his dreamy eyes and looked at the divine statue. Guilt crossed his eyes. ‘I am sorry God for being really selfish. All my life I have been searching for one true love. I committed a sin by falling for my best friend’s bride. You know how many times I had refrained myself, even tried to murder my feelings but I failed. I have traveled miles wishing to see a day when my dreams will turn into reality and finally, it did so I can’t afford to turn back. But I promise I will keep her happy. I know I am doing wrong by forcing her into this marriage but I will make things right. Just give me one chance and fulf

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Sophia’s POV** The dream felt too real. Wolves clashed beneath the full moon, their skin was filled with blood, their howls carrying sorrow and pain. But in this chaos, I saw him, Xavier. His golden eyes burning as he fought an enemy, one I couldn't see. Then, Alpha Baron appeared, his big form slamming into Xavier. Their battle was brutal, their power shaking the earth. I stood in the middle of it all, frozen, a whisper of a name filled my ear.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

I ask, my voice quieter than I intend. Maverick bites his lip, eyes wide. "I had a dream about him. Last night. He was standing and waving at me from afar." “Me too!” Makayla nods quickly. "In my dream. He picked me up and spun me around, then he looked at Maverick and smiled." My breath catches in my throat. Oh Goddess. How is this happening? How is Xarion already invading their dreams? "Tell us the truth, Mommy," Maverick says, crawling closer. "Is he our Daddy?"

Ronin recognized the metaphorical significance of the dream—how the demon represented the dark aspects within each person, capable of inflicting harm upon others or even oneself if not acknowledged and controlled. The dream's horror was not limited to the physical realm; it extended to the depths of Ronin's subconscious, exposing his inner demons. This introspection revealed his own potential for malice and the potential darkness that could consume him if left unexamined. Ronin's fear amplified as he recognized the unsettling duality within himself—the capacity for both good and evil, compassion and cruelty. The dream acted as a harrowing reminder of the importance of self-awareness and the

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

"Please Xanthe. I know I cannot undo what I did. But I can try to make it right. Tell me what you want. Whatever it is I will give it to you." "I want my real name back. I want to know who I was before you changed me. I want to know about my real family" Xanthe said. Mrs Hart nodded. "Your real name is Damien Cross. Your mother was Elena Cross. She was a single mother who worked three jobs to support you. You have no other family that I know of." "Damien Cross" Xanthe repeated the name slowly. It felt foreign on his tongue after so many years of being Xanthe Hart.

He laid me down gently and kissed the spot just above my hip bone, hidden from the world. “This cross will mark you as mine,” he whispered. “Small enough to hide. Deep enough that you’ll feel it every time you move.” The needle buzzed. The pain was sharp but sweet as he tattooed a simple, elegant cross right where only he would see it when I was naked. Every sting made my spent cock twitch. By the time he finished and wiped the blood away, I was hard again. He smiled, proud. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he poured holy oil over the fresh ink and over his cock, and slid back inside me right there on the table. Slow. Tender. Possessive.

Xavier woke up with a start. He had a strange and faraway look in his eyes and he turned around, trying to catch sight of all of them. “I just had the strangest dream in the world,” Xavier frowned. “In my dream, I saw my sister, Layla and she was…” Xavier paused and spun around suddenly. “Layla.” Layla smiled at him and he rose up hastily and jumped up on her, squeezing her in his embrace. “I can’t believe this is actually you, again. How is this possible?”