Cross X Dream Sin Novels & Stories

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

Dom was still in a safe house, and from what the captain implied, he wasn’t happy having to stay out of sight. She sighed and watched out the window. It was snowing again, and she felt as heavy as the snowflakes looked. She had tried to connect with Dominic several times in the last week, but hadn’t been able to. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t. The captain had said he had been exhausted and spent a few days resting more than anything, but now he was working the case with them. Did he have her blocked again? She was wishing she had asked him more questions on this thing that they were able to do. It wasn’t as if she could just search for it on the internet. What would she search? C

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

We have to find her; we race through the hallways towards her scream. “Xavier, no,” She cries out, f**k! What is the asshole doing to her? We run faster until we can hear them speaking clearly. “Please stop...I’ll try, I’m trying...” “Break it, break the f**king bond, or I’ll kill you.” Dream me growls at her. We burst through the doors; he stands over her. He’s grabbing her hair and pulling it back; her eyes are closed. Her clothes are ripped and blooded.

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.

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.

I don't want to sound crazy, but the thought of being shared between both brother is insanely hot and maddening. Two rival brothers at the same damn time, or whatever that TikTok sound says. I can handle a sexual dream about Ashton. But both of them? I wouldn't even advise a girl to get between those two. Sexual torture is on another level. What the hell? What even triggered that dream? My moment with Dominic yesterday? Is that even something I should be thinking about? Xylus, of all people hands me documents to give to his Alpha, our Alpha, first thing in the morning.

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.

Queen Lourine Chatrine was surprised when suddenly Prince Xander Reenan came to her. "My son, what's wrong? Why do you look panicked like that?" Queen Lourine Chatrine asked while holding her son's hand. "Mother, I had a dream and the dream seemed real," replied Prince Xander. Queen Lourine Chatrine frowned. "Sit down dear, and tell me your dream," said Queen Lourine chatrine. Prince Xander Reenan immediately sat down and began to tell his dream. "I dreamed that I met Tristan. He was holding Alleta Wolfrentie's daughter. They were both wearing white clothes. He handed the princess to me and told me that day he had gone aimlessly. He was only thinking about how to get the princess to wake up