Dream Jealous Novels & Stories

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

Liz jerked awake, sucking in a deep breath and pulling away from the unexpected touch. "It's ok," she cooed, "You were dreaming." Liz looked around, her eyes wide, sleepy confusion washing over her. "Where am I? Where is she?" Liz asked abruptly. "Where is who?" "I-I don't know," Liz studdered. She looked to the bed where Kris used to lay. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry. That dream was so bizarre." "It's ok. Do you want to talk about it?" "It's was about Kris. Fuck. I hadn't dreamt about her in months," she started.

“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.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

This place is unusual, really unusual. One of the many pebbles I threw, hit a tree. I stopped under the tree, resting my head on the trunk. If Stacey could see me now, she'll flip. Partly because of my fashion sense right now and also because I look like a deranged woman. The blue ripped jeans I wore this morning, was stained with dirt. It looked more like blue and brown dyed jeans. A bird's nest was better looking than my hair. For some strange reason, my body hurts, was it from tripping in the cafeteria? I hadn't remembered hurting this much, I barely hit the ground then. I remember going home, pissed but...... how did I get here? I can't remember. Allowing my emotions to overwhelm me, the

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.

Jake Dreams were something of a fantasy to me. I could never find meaning in them. I especially enjoyed the one that I had been having. I was at a local beach standing there alone watching as the waves moved about. The sky was clear blue, no clouds, no bad weather. It felt amazing. The people were jumping around excitedly, just enjoying themselves. I saw Sandra from a distance, she was wearing a pink straw hat and white swimsuit. Her posture perfectly aligned with her peaceful demeanor. I walked towards her and looked straight into her beautiful innocent eyes and as I was about to kiss her. I heard a noise coming from a distance. It sounded as if it was glass and metal colliding. I opened my

Dean's POV: "Oh my god, this is so unbelievable. I'm dreaming, right? I mean, this is perfect. It's too perfect. I must be dreaming. There's no other way. A pool and gym, seriously? And this bed feels like heaven. Jeez, I probably did have a brain bleeding, and I am now in heaven or something.

Essa looked a little embarrassed and unnatural, but she still said stubbornly, "You sounded really strange! Do you mean you know whether I was dreaming?" "Of course, I know not only that you were dreaming but also what dream you had!" Jazz shrugged and gave her a meaningful look. "I don't believe you! Tell me! What dream did I have just now?" She didn’t believe he knew! Jazz's thin lips twitched, and then he slowly uttered, "A dream...about sex..." Hearing this, Essa instantly blushed as if her face were burning, and she said, "You’re talking nonsense!"

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.