Dream Escaped Novels & Stories

Darius I woke up in a panic state, glistening with sweat on my forehead. I let out a deep sigh as I wiped it off. “It was just a bad dream,” I mumbled quietly to myself. I sometimes have dreams that feel so real, like a distant memory. It was a dream about a young pup, presumably me, being chased in the woods. I always woke up just when the people chasing me were very close. Their faces were blurry, but I could sense their anger and hatred.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

He froze, then looked down at his own feet. As if suddenly understanding, he took half a step back and scratched his head. “Oh... right. “I just wanted to learn how you talk.” Then he leaned his head forward again. “That way Victor won’t keep scolding me, saying I can’t even speak properly.” When he said it, there was no resentment in his eyes, only a little hurt. Like a puppy that had been kicked and still did not know what it had done wrong. Something in my chest suddenly ached. If Victor had not kept suppressing him all these years, Miles would never have been left with no way to rise.

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

So we get out the way of sight of Brendan and move off to the side. …Jenna POV… He has gone; he is not where he stood before. I am certain my mind is playing tricks on me. Has my desperation come to a fool's delusional being? Do I create what my eyes want to see? Is the sadness so thick in my heart that I need to find a way to lift the burden that I am feeling? But I know, I know that I saw him stand out from all the hundreds of feet.

"Damn baby girl. I forgot how good you felt. I missed this tight pussy of yours. I can't believe I managed to live without it for so long." My nails dug deeper on his back, he knew exactly how to move inside me. Hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I bit my tongue to suppress myself from yelling. But I couldn't contain my moans. He felt just so good inside me. "Don't leave me Xi. Please don't leave me again?" My pleasure mounted, skyrocketing higher each time, tears ran down my eyes, and a lump formed in my throat. I was afraid this was just a dream. A one hell of a good dream. "Never again. I promise baby. Never again."