Dirty 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

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

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.

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

His heavy eyelids open slowly, he groans then freezes, his eyes going wide and his face flares red slightly. “Em- shit I’m sorry” He whispers, pulling himself up so he’s in a sitting position “What’s wrong?” I ask him “Why are you sleeping out here?“ I add, he drops his face into his hands and he shakes his head “It makes me sleep better to be close to her” “Why are you not sleeping?” Drake asks kneeling beside us “Nightmares, that they come back, kill you guys and take us, that they take more samples”

He let out a sight of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow with an already soaked bedspread. Damien’s night had been filled with bad dreams. He remembered seeing his dead parent wailing in despair due to his lack of mate at his current age. The mother being dramatic and worsening the matter by bringing the old dead members to start pointing fingers at him. He remembered seeing hundreds of human hands, pale and disembodied, reaching from his mother’s back to grab him into their gathering. Then he woke up. Over the course of his often troubled twenty five years, Damien had grown accustomed to glares and pitiful looks from this pack but adding this nightmare to it is definitely not what he

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

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.

I flopped back unto the chair like a rag doll. Damn! I was messed up now. I picked up my phone and winced at the bright light that hit my eyes. What! The time said 13 midnight. But that can't be right, so I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but that just made me dizzy. Everywhere was spinning. I tried standing up again, but slipped and fell. I cackled gleefully. This was hilarious. I decided to lay on the floor and blacked out thereafter. ***********

With that thought, he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to engulf him, and prayed for the strength to overcome the trials that lay ahead. But instead of finding respite in sleep, Dirk was plagued by a series of vivid and haunting nightmares. In his dreams, he was trapped in a maze of darkness, pursued relentlessly by shadows that whispered his deepest fears and insecurities. He fought to escape, but the walls of his subconscious closed in around him, suffocating him with their weight.