Dark Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

A thin mist clung to his eyes as he stared at me in confusion. I raised an eyebrow and leaned slightly closer. I’ll teach you a game. If you do well, once the game is over, I’ll hand you Langford Group. Meanwhile, Evan sat restlessly spinning the glass in his hand, then tilted his head back and downed his third shot of hard liquor. He had pretended to be drunk earlier. Clearly, he had been offering Clara a way out. But why did she have to be so ungrateful? Bianca sat beside him and spoke as if the thought had only just occurred to her.

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.

(JO POV) It was so odd. I realized that Dane often intentionally drifted in and out of my dreams. It wasn't the same kind of connection as when we went to his whitespace, but it was clear he was there. This time, though, something felt off. In my dream, I stood fishing near a river. The water pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat. I watched, entranced, until the world around me began to darken. I glanced up at the sun and then back down to find the water had turned blood red, the rhythm slowing ominously.

The morning air was cool, brushing her damp skin, but it did nothing to quiet the heat flooding her veins. This wasn’t the first time. For weeks now, she’d woken with dreams she couldn’t explain, she was either chasing shadows, running through forests that didn’t exist, or hearing whispers that weren’t hers. And this one was different. This dream had a person. Or a wolf, she couldn't tell. She passed by the mirror and her reflection startled her. Her wide grey eyes, and pink flushed cheeks, her white hair was sticking out in rough strands to her skin. And for one tiny second so fast she could swear it, she imagined it her eyes shined gold.

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.

It was as if a dark cloud had settled over El's subconscious, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty. With each word, El's anxiety grew, and I could sense her desperate search for answers. Yet, dreams are like whispers from the depths of her mind, often shrouded in symbolism and metaphor. I witnessed one of my darkest as deepest fears. The people, my people in the pack not knowing peace, war raging every single day, the battle that we have to go through just for peace to reign, the sacrifices that were going to be made. My heart clenched at the sight of our soldiers falling and the people weeping. I could have thought that these dreams that she was having was as result of some terrible sym

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

OLIVIA'S POV NIGHTMARES- Those far-off melancholic dreams one have filled with darkness and so many other sinister things one couldn't dare mention. It had been recurring off late, these same dreams and far-off vision like flickering of the mind. I had tried understanding this particular one but clearly couldn't and to make things worse Nate was having it as well, I had awaken a fortnight again to see the aura of his dream how darkish it looked, but had since shoved it out if my mind when he had said nothing the next day.