Dirty Dreams Novels & Stories

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Dead silence haunts the room. "What the fùck do you have to say about that, Damien!" Guilty. I'm guilty of having sèx dreams about Dani. It's been happening a lot lately and I don't know how to stop it. I'm not even sure I want to stop it. They feel so real and raw and passionate. But I feel awful for Vanessa. I didn't know that my sèx dreams were loud.

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

I make sure he eats and never stays hungry, and when he starts having nightmares of dead people and his own dead families he couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Each night he’s woken up with a start. Screams and cries, he sees Jolene, he sees his sister Mila and the baby he had pictured in his mind, they were having. Damien almost went nuts. It was devastating. And a few years he stayed alone in the woods, killing rogues. That was how it went for a few years ago, we came back to our homelands and Damien became King. Only now, he smiles faintly, he makes a little joke though the nightmares never stop and it led to him having insomnia.

He grabbed it in a fit of rage and flung it across the room with the strength of a wild bear, sending it flying straight into the wall close to his bedroom door. “Good morning, sir,” his assistant Jessica greeted, a bit shaken after narrowly being missed by the alarm clock. “Sir, you asked me to remind you about the Shadow Pack trip.” Damon let out a long, frustrated sigh and crawled out of the bed, stretching his massive well toned body. “I'm sorry about that, Jessica. I just had that dream again.” “The same one?” she asked softly, finally getting a hold of herself and adjusting her glasses. “Every night for five years,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “Every damn night, and I still can't se

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.

Then he was gone. I shut the door. The bolt was a joke, the wood splintered. It didn’t matter. The immediate hunt was over. A deep, bone-grinding exhaustion hit me like a physical wave. I didn’t even bother with the cot; I just collapsed onto the thin mattress, and the world went black. The dreams weren’t kind. They were fractures. Glimpses of impossible places. A cathedral of weeping stone under a blood-red sky. A labyrinth of chrome and screaming data. A frozen tundra where the wind carried whispers of dead players. High-level Instances. Death traps.

Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to. I checked the door lock twice to be sure that it was locked. Damien seemed like the guy who could sneak into my bed while I was asleep. Not like I wouldn't like that. That night, sleep came with dark yet twisted dreams of his gray stare boring into me, devouring me. Ones where his cock was thrusting deep into my cunt while I screamed his name without an iota of control. I woke up gasping, fingers slipping inside myself to chase the ghost of him. My head arched back, mouth open as my moving fingers brought me climax.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.