Dirty Dream Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

She must be with her best friend, Tawny. Unfortunately, my sleep is not very restful. This time I don’t dream about a gorgeous man with beautiful golden hair and rich amber eyes. No, it’s the same nightmare as before. This time I’m not in my bed. I’m out on the street, and I’m running from the glowing mist. I dream of it catching me and clawing me until my body is nearly in shreds. Even in sleep, I can feel the life draining out of me. I look at my dying body to see my lifeblood being drained. Terror and fascination fuse in my mind as I watch my blood turn into a pulsating red and black light while it streams out of my body. In my dream, I try to pull my failing body away from this soul-suck

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

My breathing became shallow and my eyes turned to white because of my vivid fantasies of Diana sucking my hard part. " Yes, Ahhhh, fuck I'm coming baby!" He shouted until his orgasms hit his wall and his mattress. ------- Drake Pov " No! Help!" I shouted when Raquel took my phone and did a very nasty things in front of me. She's in my lap, bouncing her butt and grinding her hips above my hard part. It's a good feeling to released my orgasms but not for her. I'm having sex with a vampire now. At first, I thought I was only dreaming that someone was harrasing me while I'm asleep but it's real. She's been taking me the whole time. I don't understand how. She's a human when we met, now she had f

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

I plug my ear phone and pretend not to hear them. “Sing with us Harold!” and they are now singing so loud that even if my iPod is at its highest tune I can still hear them. I guess I fell asleep in anger of their song, the last thing I heard is a scream and as I try to open my eyes, a blinding light were covering us. I am trying to keep my eyes on focus as it gets clearer I could see a face of a woman. With deep blue eyes and a rosy white face, her lips were like cherry and she shine so bright then I lose sight. The next time I open my eyes I was in the hospital.

Soon, she drifted off into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with images of a different life. In the morning, Brenda slowly opened her eyes, feeling the softness of the pillow and the warmth of the sheets wrapped around her. She blinked, trying to remember where she was. Then, she turned her head and saw Damien lying beside her, snoring lightly. The memories of last night came flooding back, and Brenda’s heart sank. She had never slept in his room before, let alone make love to him. She sat up and looked around the room, trying to get her bearings. It was a cozy space, with dim lighting and a few posters on the walls. The clock on Damien’s bedside table caught her eye, and she gasped when

It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.' For a brief moment, I wondered who Ricky was, a flicker of jealousy arising within me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream.

I could barely see from the light of the alarm clock, but I could just make out DJ standing by the side of the bed, clutching Woody doll to his chest. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?” Ashley whispered, moving off me carefully. “I had a bad dream,” DJ answered, sniffing loudly. “Shush, Baby, Jace’s sleeping. What was your dream about?” Ashley whispered as she moved to sit on the side of the bed, rubbing her hand over her face. “Bad guys came in and got us,” DJ answered, as he started to cry again. “It’s okay, Baby, no bad guys will come in here, you don’t need to worry about that. Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” Ashley whispered, standing up and taking his hand.

I growled, my breath ragged, my mind flashing—window cracked, shadow slipping in, hands on her again. We hit the landing, her door ahead, shut tight, the screams louder, muffled through the wood. I lunged, my shoulder ramming it, the lock holding firm, the frame rattling. Damien cursed, his boot slamming the base, the crack sharp, wood splintering as it gave way, swinging wide. I stumbled in, my eyes darting—the window shut, the room empty, just her on the bed, thrashing under the duvet, her dark hair wild, her face twisted, sweat gleaming on her skin. She screamed again, her body shaking, her eyes squeezed shut, trapped in sleep. “Dream,” Damien said, his voice low, his hand dropping from t