Dream Harem Novelas e Histórias

It's her again, the girl with red hair, smiling at him! It is the first time he find it a pleasant thing to sleep during the day just to see the mysterious redhead girl, and this time the dream was special to him. He saw her face, clearly! When she smiled up at him divinely, tiny dimples appeared on her cheeks, her skin was flawlessly snowy, her hair wasn't red like crimson, but it was the most rich of browns, flaming and fiery. Her eyes, oh yes, her blue eyes were like staring into a pool of kindness. Her perfect full-lips were fruity and gave him the urge to kiss her.

Awakening in Elysium Intro: Kara has always lived a safe, predictable life until the night she steps through the red doors of Elysium, an exclusive BDSM club where boundaries blur and fantasies come alive. Drawn by curiosity and a yearning to explore the desires she's long suppressed, she finds herself under the watchful gaze of Alessio De Luca, a commanding and enigmatic Italian Dom whose reputation is as dark and seductive as the club itself. Alessio doesn't just see Kara; he claims her. With his sharp commands, intoxicating touch, and sinful words, he introduces her to a world of submission and pleasure she never knew existed.

I could never love a woman, otherwise no charm would ever work. I started laughing. I laughed so hard, it turned into sobs. They racked my entire being and when I was done, I lay back on my bed, exhausted. After awhile, I fell into a dreamless sleep. The shrill noise of my phone woke me up from a deep, dreamless slumber. I was confused for a bit and looked around, disoriented. Finally, my brain caught on and I picked up my phone. "Son, I'm on the run. Eyare is back in town. It's time to take over the throne, it's time, son.

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..

Remember when that one show was on TV and you couldn't even get tickets for months afterward? 'Yeah, I remember.' Then I asked, 'So, what's it about?' 'The website said personal nightmares. It's called Dream House and it tries to get into your head, taking things that you are afraid of or thinking about, and brings them to life!' That did sound cool. 'So how do they know? What you're afraid of I mean.' Julia probed. 'I bet they make you fill out some form when you walk in, either that or they quiz you at the door or something. I bet it's going to be cool as hell!'

He glances around his room disorientedly— His room that is filled with the scent of aroused pheromones. Was it really a dream? Misa sneers mockingly at him. “Look at you spreading your damn pheromones all over the place just because you decided to mess around in your dreams”. Her mocking laughter echoes across the room while Miyamura sits still on his bed in shock and confusion. He was dreaming? A wet dream?— He, Aronohai Miyamura, was having a wet dream? With Sorahiko in it? He must be losing his damn mind. “Fuck”.

both dhiren and liam sighed but don is so happy to ger his beautiful obsession in his hands he kissed on her forehead and said "you're queen of my world and I'm the only king of your life" she is deep in sleep peacefully without any worries.... .. let's see how this couple gonna torture us with their lovey dovey moments😍😍😍

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

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