Dirty Dreams Novels & Stories

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

“Since you’ve decided to sleep for days like a chick, I decided to treat you like one.” Scoffing, he dropped his phone, giving me his undivided attention. “It took you over fourteen hours to get to me and then you chose to pick flowers despite knowing how much I hate them. I don’t think you’re happy that I’m awake.” Amused by his sulking, I smiled. “It’s good to have you back wanker. Although it took you long enough to wake up.” He shrugged. “I was enjoying the calm and bliss over there than this chaotic world. Imagine waking up to the news that Natasha has taken over S.H fashion, divorced and married to Martinez Wilson.” His humor vanished. “What’s going on bossman?”

"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"

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

Not because she wasn't dating, let alone sweating it out in bed, but because her attention was always on someone. "You're mine, Uncle!" *** Darren struggled to open his eyes and wished he could go back to sleep. His body was too broken after the road trip from the north that was filled with potholes. Not even a shower could erase the fatigue. Feeling dreams coming on, Darren savored the twitches that gripped his prized asset. "How many days has it been?" Darren wondered, needing a release right then and there. He's too lazy to get off the bed and chooses to enjoy the highly erotic dream.

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.

Taller than trees and some crawling like insects tearing through the forest and peoples homes. Blood soaked the moon as the air was filled with smoke and screams. The dream always ended the same way… A giant white wolf would appear from the smoke it’s glowing amber eyes locking on her. It never moved nor growled. It stared into her soul and she would wake up screaming soundlessly,trembling with cold sweat on her skin. Laura though unconscious somehow calmed Hope. Alpha Damian always happened to never be there when she had those dreams. ——— The fire cracked low in the heat of the east wing. Alpha Damian stood at a corner in the room watching Laura’s unconscious figure

“I don’t know… I just remember the red mist, and the sky was burning… and someone was crying. It wasn’t me, but I could hear it.” Zane sighed and sat back. “She’s not making it up. She’s stuck in something… something deep.” “It’s been happening every night,” Sierra murmured. “The same dream. The same blood. The same burning sky.” “We’ll figure it out,” Dane said quietly. “Whatever this is, we’ll find the cause.” I looked down at her. Her face was still pale, her lashes wet with tears, her lips trembling. “Come here,” I said softly and pulled her back into my arms.

I woke up to the feeling of being watched. The room was still dark, only the faint blue glow of pre-dawn slipping through the curtains. Damian was propped on one elbow, eyes roaming over my naked body like he was memorizing every inch he’d already claimed. His cock was already hard again, thick and heavy against my hip, leaking at the tip. He didn’t say good morning. He simply rolled me onto my stomach, nudged my thighs apart with his knee, and dragged two thick fingers through the sticky mess he’d left between my legs last night.