Dirty Dream Novels & Stories

Daniela’s POV I was sure I was going to wake up before Kathy did, because one: I didn’t sleep long in new environments. And two: a nightmare would definitely wake me up hours before I would like to be up. But that didn’t happen. When I opened my eyes, the room was very bright. Either Kathy’s bedroom curtains were very light or I had slept hours deep into the day. The latter didn’t feel real. Another thing, Kathy wasn’t on the bed.

He just did not know it yet. Instead of cooperating in secret, I might as well put my cards on the table. The light that had just returned to Miles’s eyes dimmed again. “Oh... right. Right.” He lowered his head and mumbled as he took out his phone. “Yeah. I’m this dumb, so of course you’d have to go to Victor in the end.” The corners of his eyes reddened. His voice was muffled, carrying a childish kind of grievance. I was helpless. I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again.

I felt nothing for Jason a long time ago. Without love, what was there to hate? As soon as I finished speaking, I saw his expression change. His lips went pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. I was just about to get up when my arms and legs went numb all at once. A numbing shock went through me, and the whole room started spinning. Jason's panicked shouting faded as everything faded to black. When I finally woke up, the first thing I saw was a cold white ceiling. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose.

On the night of our wedding anniversary, my wife Nicole Lohan's wedding photos with Steve Burdol trended at the top of the search charts. Everyone mocked me—the husband of Harboria's richest woman, living like a kept man. Over eight years of marriage, I had fought, argued, and even reached such a point of despair that I once contemplated jumping from the rooftop with our son. Yet, Nicole had only looked at me with an unwavering expression, saying, "Andy Shaw, can you please stop making a fool of yourself?" After that, I did as she wished and stopped prying into her affairs. I put our son to bed punctually at eight, then liked a social media post from a gossip account praising her and St

Ever since I was a child, I could enter the dreams of the people closest to me. However, I could only do it three times in my entire life. I used my first chance when I was ten. In my father's dream, I saw him holding another woman and telling her he had fallen out of love with my mother long ago. Heartbroken, I ran to tell my mother everything. Three months later, they divorced, and I moved in with her. I used my second chance at sixteen. In the dream, a wealthy man held my mother's hand and promised to marry her. He had only one condition: she could not bring along her unwanted baggage. He was referring to me. The next day, my mother left me $30,000 and disappeared without a trace

I saw an advertisement on a secondhand marketplace app that someone was giving away an unused stroller for free, pickup only. The address was in a wealthy neighborhood across town. I secured my daughter against my chest in a baby carrier, spent two hours changing buses, then walked for another half an hour under the scorching sun before finally reaching the small mansion. I was drenched in sweat, and my daughter was so hot she started wailing. The seller was a woman about my age, with the refined air of someone who had been pampered her whole life. She studied my miserable state, her voice laced with both disdain and pity. "You came all the way from Eastside? And you're planning to

At my son's kindergarten awards ceremony, the teacher invited the parents onstage to share their parenting experiences. I was about to stand when Julian stopped me and motioned for my best friend, Wendy Morgan, to go up instead. "Nathan is actually Wendy's and my son," Julian Cole said so calmly that he might as well have been discussing something that had nothing to do with me. "Wendy has known for five years that Nathan is her son, but she hasn't been able to acknowledge him as her own. I don't want her to keep suffering in silence," he added. I was almost certain I'd misheard him, but the question slipped out before I could stop it. "Then what about my son?" "Your son died the moment

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

The man was ridding her roughly. "yes, screamed my name.., louder" he groaned. They both went wild in the room. The soundproof did a good job as her noisy weird screams filled in every corner of the room. * After hours of crazy sex, Nicki slumped her eyes shot as darkness consumed her. Alex pulled his long dick out of her planting his eyes at her core. He flecked to the camera on the wall with a visible smirk. * He crushed his lips on her breast giving it a bit"ahhh" she moaned in her sleep.