Daydream Stories Novels & Stories

Was it a dream? ***

I had never reacted to Ethan like this—not even in the beginning. Damien noticed everything. His gaze dropped to where my thighs were subtly pressed together. “Tell me something,” he continued, his tone commanding, unhurried. “When Ethan fucks you at night, do you close your eyes and imagine someone else? Someone older? Someone who knows exactly how to take his time with a woman like you?” The crude question should have shocked me. Instead, it made my clit throb painfully. I pictured it—Damien’s heavy body pressing me down, his thick cock stretching me slowly, deliberately, while he whispered filthy things in my ear. My breathing grew shallow.

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Cathy asked. "What is?" "Whenever you want something so badly, you always imagine what it would be like when you have it, what you would do when the time comes ... and when you finally have it," she shrugged, "It doesn't feel like anything you thought it would." "Yeah? How does it feel like?"

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Just her in bed, her hoodie zipped, fairy lights on, looking straight at the camera like she owned it. “Hey Noah,” she said, voice smooth, playful edge. “This is for you. No one else gets this, hope you can handle it.” She talked for twelve minutes, about her day (a shoot that ran late because the director was an idiot, a fan who sent creepy DMs she blocked in 0.2 seconds), about a book she was reading, about how she missed real conversation. She ended with a smirk. “If you ever come to the city… look for me. I’ll be the girl with the bad sleep schedule and the good taste in jazz. Don’t keep me waiting, flour boy.”

We need to find it before anyone does. Sheila stood up from a green bench, and adjusted her brown newsboys' hat over her head. "A book can make wishes come true?" Her blue eyes widened in amazement. "Didn't I just say that?" Louisa wiggled her brows mischievously. Sheila pouted. "What kind of a book is that?" "Magical book, like the kind you see in fantasy movies." She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality."