Dream Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Oh, I want you, Damian. So fucking bad. You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed about this… about having you inside me, taking me like this.” “Dreamed about me, huh?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. “Tell me what you dream about, Sierra. Tell me all the dirty things you think about when I’m not around.” Her breath hitched as she leaned forward, her lips inches from his. “I dream about this… about riding you until I can’t take it anymore. About you grabbing me, flipping me over, and fucking me so hard I can’t breathe. About you calling my name, whispering it in my ear while you make me come apart.”

I slammed the door shut, the heavy thud echoing through the walls, and threw myself onto the bed. With tears blurring my vision and dripping down my cheeks, I grabbed my laptop, flipping it open with shaking hands. I opened the document, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as tears blurred the screen. "The only man who would ever stay with a fool like you, Rihanna, is Damien Black," I whispered to the empty room, a shaky, wet laugh escaping my chest before collapsing into another sob. "And that's only because he doesn't even fucking exist." Damien was safe. Damien was a fictional character on a page, someone I could control, someone who wouldn't walk out when I acted like a defensive, self

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

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.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

By ancient tradition, he should have left already. Then… who was the man in my sister's room? A chill ran from my head to my toes. I knew Ella was audacious, but I hadn't expected her to be this reckless. She had been obsessed with the memory of the previous life: how I had borne the vampire prince's only son, secured my position, and become the true queen. She believed herself stronger than me in every way and assumed she could also bear a child successfully. But the prince hadn't even entered her room. How could she possibly conceive?

Vida frowned at this kind of teasing by her friend, “Again with the damned fantasy novels. It’s not like I can choose the dreams that I-“ She felt her lips close up as Tessa reached out and squished her cheeks midsentence , putting Vida in a pouting position. “You know what, I’m pretty sure this is just you wanting some sex in your life. Time to find someone to heat up that body of yours, girl! Let’s find someone who can fulfill your fantasies and desires. You’ll never know, he might even be willing to wear a prince costume” Vida rolled her eyes at this, but Tessa laughed and continued. “I know just the place, there’s a club in the city and we can go there after work. We’ll find a guy, you g

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE DAMON Point of View I trudged back to my chambers, feeling defeated. Tyla's rejection still stung, and I couldn't stop feeling like I'd blown my chance with her. I flopped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she just give me a chance? I knew I'd messed up in the past, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make it right. As I lay there, my eyelids began to droop. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, letting sleep take control of me. But my rest was fitful. I dreamed of Annie, my former mate. We were standing in a lush meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. She was smiling at me, her eyes shining with love. I reached out to her, but she slipped away,

She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.” A fictionalized confession. A Dom’s slow surrender to a shadowy admirer. A figure who watched from the edges, sent gifts, knew her body like a map, and promised nothing but ruin. She tagged it: #fiction. #maybe. #dangerouslove. It was read 4,400 times in the first hour. At midnight, a comment appeared. From FoxGlove-44. “I love when you write about me.” Her hands went cold. Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams

Not just a random guy. He chuckled and I frowned. "Fuck? Thought we were making love" he teased and I rolled my eyes again. "In your dreams" I bite my inner lips, trying to stop myself from wishing the same. My mind takes me back to Dain, the person I thought I loved and wanted only to find out he was a fake. No, I won't think about him... right now, I want to risk it all with someone else and not hold on to broken dreams. Dain is that broken dream that brings nothing but my most hated trauma.