Dirty Dream Novels & Stories

Damien - On the afternoon of Saturday, the 15th I’ve been having the same dream every night. Lola’s pinned to the wall by her ex, but they vanish just as I get there. Then I see Justine pinned to the bed being violated. And again, I’m too late to stop it. Repeatedly I fail. Still panicked, I wake drenched in sweat, but I’m in my disheveled room. The moonlight from the open window shows dim outlines of everything. I groan that it’s still dark out.

Their last night in this warm and beautiful country was showered with heavy rain. The windows sounded with the rain hitting the glass but if the curtain were tightly closed, no sounds could enter the room. Lying on the bed together, Davi smoothly moved towards Liam, cuddling, looking for something warm. His breathing was even and it was obvious he was sleeping well. However, Liam was not able to sleep well. Lately, he had been dreaming of things that were not so clear. He can see blood but can never see the person that owns that blood. He can hear a sobbing but can never identify the owner of the voice.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

The master suite was a gilded cage. Its opulence mocked Ava’s shattered state. Silence pressed against her ears, heavy as the marble floor. She lay on the vast bed, dark silk sheets cool against her skin. A black towel clung to her trembling frame. Her damp hair stuck to her temples, her mind half-conscious, floating in a haze of grief and exhaustion. Damian stood over her, a predator eyeing his prize. His Siberian grey eyes burned, a nine-year obsession unleashed. The girl in the rain, his ghost from D.C., was tangible beneath him.

But Dominic had already turned off his phone, focused entirely on reaching Amber. Dominic didn't see Ryan's message as he approached Amber's room. He could hear restless movement from inside, confirming Liam's concerns about her sleep. He used the spare key Liam had given him and quietly entered the room. Amber was trapped in a nightmare, her body thrashing against the sheets. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she relived traumatic memories. In her dream, she saw flashes of horror - a bloody silver whip cutting through the air, a scarred man wielding a silver knife with cruel intent, and a mentally challenged man whose presence filled her with inexplicable dread.

Bright and white like a star exploding. Is this what real pleasure felt like? But then the light narrowed. And I blinked. The warmth disappeared. So did the grip around my throat and the dick buried inside me. I bolted upright. Sweat clung to my skin. My pulse galloped. I was still naked. Still in his bed. It had been a dream. A sick, vivid dream. And then I heard him. “A steamy one?” Damien’s voice was amused. Calm. Already dressed for the day, a tie loose around his throat.

I'd made it. I groggily blinked, the cabin lights assaulting my eyes. Relief washed over me, a thin film over the lingering dread. It was strange, really. For six nights, Damien’s face, contorted in disgust and betrayal, had haunted my dreams. His last words, each syllable a poisoned dart. "I don't want to see you again, Adrian" – echoed relentlessly. Then there was the river… seven days ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that churning water, the world blurring into a cold, unforgiving rush.

*** DREAM *** Alina screamed, but no sound came out. She was standing in the middle of a vast, endless darkness. The ground beneath her feet was cold stone, slick with a wet substance. When she looked down, her breath hitched. Blood. It spread endlessly in every direction. “Liam…” she whispered, but her voice echoed back to her, twisted and broken. The darkness shifted. Shadows moved. Figures emerged from the dark, faceless, tall, their eyes glowing red. They surrounded her slowly, circling like predators.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

Dream Lancaster was chaos wrapped in silk, unreadable, cold, but every now and then, cracks showed. And maybe, just maybe, I was getting under his skin. I smiled to myself, closing my eyes. Tomorrow, I’d try again. Make him laugh, survive, maybe live to tell the tale. But just as I drifted off, the door creaked open slightly. A soft voice cut through the dark. “Rivera.” I jerked up. Dream stood in the doorway, shirt changed, hair still damp from a shower, looking calm, too calm. “Are you still awake?” he asked.