Novel & Cerita Dark Wet Dreams

"Do you trust me?" "Yes, that's why I said." How could she say that she was afraid of the rain and thunderstorm? Ravi parked the car in her garage. She opened the door and flicked on the light. "Thank God, light is there. " She offered him her dad's new tee-shirt and a towel and went to her room to change. Before she could take off her saree, the light had gone. She screamed, Ravi was bare chest he ran to her room in dark. "Hey what happened? Why are you screaming? Neighborhood might wake up. " He held her in his arms. She snuggled closer and said, "I'm afraid of darkness". Can you please stay here in my room, holding my hand. Please anything for that"

"Yeah. At least it's gone." That night I have the strangest dream. I'm laying on the cold, damp ground without any clothes on, buried deep in the forest at night. Laying on my side, I curl up into a ball and shake as noises become louder and louder. Leaves and dirt cling to my body, and I stay still, hearing something heavy approaching. Holding my breath, the dark thing towers over me, it's electric eyes burning my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut. The dark thing licks from my hip to my shoulder, the streak of warmth jarring me awake. I can't fall back asleep. The night pours through my window and watches me.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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 ..."

But her magic had been stirring more violently lately, and her dreams were growing darker. She sat up in bed, grabbed her journal, and opened to the most recent page. The drawing she'd sketched by candlelight stared back at her: a black forest with trees that bled, a crimson moon hanging heavy in the sky. And beneath it all... a silhouette. A wolf with eyes like silver fire. A sudden wave of exhaustion swept over her, and she blinked hard, the journal slipping from her fingers as sleep overtook her like a rising tide. And then she was dreaming.

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

WILLOW I have been having nightmares. Strange dreams where I’m being haunted. In my dreams, I am always running away from some faceless dark force and every single time, I end up underground, in a dark room, akin to a basement. Creepy as hell. Having these dreams have been sucking the strength out of my bones. They’ve definitely been a distraction, especially with all the exams I have to prep for.

Arc 13: Soaking Wet It's raining so hard the city looks like it's dissolving. I've been standing outside this bar for eleven minutes waiting for my ride and my dress is ruined and my heels are destroyed and my ex just walked out of that bar with his new girlfriend on his arm and smiled at me and I smiled back and died slightly on the inside. The black car pulls up. I get in. He looks at me in the rearview mirror and something in his expression shifts. Not unprofessional. Just present. Just noticing.

"Yes," I breathed. "Show me." "What?" "Pull up your skirt. Show me what you were doing." My hands were shaking as I slowly pulled my skirt up my thighs, exposing my legs, my panties—black lace, completely soaked through. "Jesus Christ," he breathed. "You're soaked. I can see the wet spot from here." "I'm sorry—" "Don't apologize." His hand slid up my inner thigh, and I gasped at the contact. "This is exactly what I've been fantasizing about. You, desperate and dripping, unable to control yourself around me."

I was tired and more out of it than I thought, and could barely manage to leave the bed throughout the rest of the day. Eventually, dusk fell, and I dreamt that night. In my dream, the darkness seemed to swirl and thicken around me, creating an eerie and surreal atmosphere. I found myself standing in a vast, barren wasteland, with nothing but an endless expanse of black sand stretching to the horizon. The air was heavy with an acrid scent, and an unsettling chill permeated the desolate landscape.