Cruel Love Dream Short Novels & Stories

Her voice was a siren's call, beckoning me to explore the depths of our shared emotions, to dive into the sea of possibilities that our connection holds. In these dreams, time lost its grip on reality, and I was consumed by the profound emotions that blossomed between us. The love that blossomed within me feels authentic, genuine, transcending the boundaries of my conscious existence. It was a love that ignites a flame deep within my heart, a flame that burns with an intensity I could not ignore.

We both stand in front of each other, naked, bare and completely exposed. “You did nothing wrong, amore mio.” He claims as he takes my hands in his. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to beat yourself up about it, and I'm not mad, disgusted or repulsed by you. We cannot control what we dream of, and I believe that your obsession with me to love you and the fright of seeing Joel intertwined themselves, turning your sweet dream into a murderous nightmare.” He adds calmly, with his hands faintly trembling and his eyes full of sorrow.

“Okay, dad. Bye. Love you.” “love you too honey.” Elena got into her car and drove home. Back at her apartment, Elena got into bed and almost dozed off immediately. There was only one thought on her mind as she closed her eyes to sleep. And that thought was about him. Him. Cameroon. He was inside her head. And then she dreamt. About him. In her dream, Elena saw him. Cameroon. In a room. The room felt like it was a hotel. She lay in the middle of the bed. With her legs pulled up from her knees. She was wearing black sexy lingerie with black lace socks.

Still staring at my face in the mirror, I wondered what happened to me last night because I remember my afternoon very clearly but last night seems to have never existed at all. Slightly feeling my sore cheeks, I thought about the dream I had last night or what I think is a dream because right now, I'm not even sure if I actually dreamt it or was it just my mind tricking me. I dreamt that I was attacked at the club's toilet's hallway by a man I can't even remember and Mr. Velvet came to my rescue. The funny thing is that Mr. Velvet actually killed someone in my dream, can you actually believe that? For the fact that I'm even dreaming of him at all is crazy. Yes he's a handsome man... Very ha

My dreams , my education , my life all is shattered all because to you . D:- ( getting angry after hearing her accusations of lusting on her ) Love , you are right my way of expressing my love for you was definitely different . But I do not lust for you . I will never force you into any physical relation with me without your consent . I don't want you to think of me as a ra**st . Please , don't call my love as lust . T:- You remember that you promised me something on wedding night ? D:- ( Confused for a second ) I will fulfill all your wishes . You can ask anything expect to over this marriage.

I will spin him in my palms until he goes crazy to me and when that happens, I slowly see him suffering until he dies. I promise myself that he will become miserable. When he let go of hugging me. We looked at each other and I immediately took back what I said to him. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I shouldn't have reacted like that. I just had a really bad dream," I said softly. "It's okay.Anyway,What is your dream, Crema? May I know?" he asked. "I dream about my parents. I saw how they were murdered mercilessly but I don't remember the events," I lied.

The feeling of loneliness and heartache was overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of despair. In my dream, I realized that sometimes, the pursuit of love can lead to a nightmare of loneliness. It was a haunting reminder that love is not always guaranteed, and the fear of ending alone can turn a beautiful dream into a chilling nightmare. It was a jarring and sobering experience that left me longing and yearning when I woke up.

“Just…Don’t think about it, you’ll end up with a headache.” He hummed in response. Katrina had confidently started her flirting. She wasn’t an Art student for nothing. “You know I once had a dream. I was loving someone, strange right? But I was. It was a beautiful thing. I loved them in any form and just wanted them without any ulterior motives. I wanted to constantly be around them because I loved them and wanted them to be in my life. I wanted to make things for them and shower them with all my love and affection and I didn’t desire anything in return. It was such a lovely dream that left me with a hollow and dark feeling when I woke up, I couldn’t know the person in my dream. But the mome

He hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me almost in half, and pounded into me while the glittering city lights painted stripes across our still-masked faces. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough with restraint and pure lust. “Look at the stranger who’s ruining this perfect tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked raw by a man whose name you will never know. Tell me how much you love being a secret little slut for one night.” “So good—fuck—so deep—I’m going to come again—please—” “Then come. Soak my cock. Let the whole suite hear you scream for a man with no name.”

Although she behaves like a traitor in my dreams, she is still my best friend. "RU..." "Nothing," I uttered. What was I supposed to say; I am a failure in reverse harem too. That even Guzman came to my dream, and my friend gifted the vibrator to Daris to test it on me. "Ru," "Nothing, I had a bad dream." "About what?" About all the hot guys, "Nothing, a monster chasing me." "That's strange because you were screaming Darius's name," her gaze was more suspicious than concerned about me.