Dirty Dreams Novels & Stories

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

After taking care of my mother's ashes, I rushed overseas to attend my fiance's wedding to another woman. Preston Wallace had developed retrograde amnesia during a secret mission. He remembered everyone and everything—except me. His doctor said the most effective way to recover his lost memories was to continue the life he'd come to accept after losing them. In other words, he had to keep playing husband and wife with his female partner. So, for the sake of my unborn child, I personally handed Preston the wedding vows. That night, I came across a trending post online. "I feel awful about what I've put her through. For the past three years, whether she had a fever, caught a cold, or got

*** 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.

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

At the back of their mind a voice whispered, 'You are a coward. ~*~*~ [Erica] She dreamt of limp bodies lying on the forest groud. Their faces blurred and unrecognizable, but she knew the place. It was the Blackmist Forest. Even in her dream she shuddered with fear. Were they...? No! this was a nightmare and she was soon going to wake up. She did wake up, gasping and sweating. Xavier had woken up as well. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked worriedly, taking a sweat slicked palm in his.

I couldn't feel her anymore and that scared me more than anything. "What just happened!!!" Neil demanded and I stared up at Sally in horror. "They beat her. They almost raped her! I can't feel her!! IS SHE DEAD?!!" I frantically ran toward Sally. She shook her head as tears poured down her face. "I... I don't know. Maybe she passed out?" she offered with anguish on her face. We all froze for a moment. "If she's passed out, can you do the dream spell?" Vic asked and Sally nodded slowly at first but then stronger.

The undying urge to once again see him taunted me through the night,his sprinting back constantly appears within my dreams. Settling for an all black dress,I appear ready to hit the woods execpt sneaking past the guards may cost some time. Location:Red blood pack Damien's POV. Hastily hopping down my bed,I inhumanly superspeed towards the restroom, immediately commencing my morning hygiene. Her curvy body granted me sleepless nights,her strawberry and vanilla alluring stinch makes Ryder go crazy,the undying urge to see her consumes my life and I believe passing through a day without her signifies death.

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.