Dream Stan Novels & Stories

it didn't matter how many times she tried to make her see reasons with her, Joana would not pay heed to whatever nonsense that will come out of her big mouth. She hanged up the call with a frown on her face. She stopped a taxi and flew off. At the same time, "Miss Emma, the boss has an appointment with a client at the Damie resort"Jude informed her " you know what to do" he muttered under her breath as she walked passed her. She carried a confusing manifestation." Damie resort" she murmured with uncertainty. Damie island was a private island as far as she could recall, what would a private island be having a resort for.

He gave me a little squeeze before leaving the room. "I'm Rachel, sister of the beta Daniel. If there is anything you need please let me know. I'd be happy to help." She held our her hand to me as she introduced herself. I watched as the alpha left without a word, leaving me and Rachel alone. "You could help me with something." I burst out as an idea crept into my mind. She looked very intrigued but then the smile was quickly replaced with a look of uncertainty. " Have you mind linked with them? That's what I do if I ever need to get a hold of Alpha Ben or Daniel." She said.

His body was still on fire, every nerve ending vibrating from the memory of Moza’s touch and her intoxicating scent. "Damn it!" he growled. He walked to the washbasin and splashed his face with cold water. It didn't help. The image of Moza’s shivering body, her eyes glistening between fear and pleasure, was seared into his mind. "Why? Why is it only her?" Dastan muttered, staring at his reflection. "I could have any woman I want, but I only react like this when I’m near her." With a rough motion, Dastan pulled off his sweat-soaked shirt. His athletic frame was tense with unchanneled desire. He grabbed a cold towel, rubbing it over his face and chest, trying to dampen the heat that still burn

We came from the heavens in the form of dust. That is what made us the humans we are today. The knowing where we come from only is known to a select few. The ones who dream of the stars and planets so far away. The ones who know we will always be Star Dust in the end. Katherine Thomas Chapter 1

Dastan I can’t believe I did that with her, I mean she really is a siren a siren that has been trying to pull me more and more out of my darkness, but I do not want to taint her, I know I am being the worlds largest hypocrite because as I had planned when I first met her years ago to mould her into the woman I love and slowly I have done so but traits of her true self remain and those traits are trying to break my barriers. I can still taste her juices in my mouth and feel her flesh, I close my eyes as I lean against my office door and I begin to harden again, no! You need to snap of it Dastan, even if they resemble I can’t do this to her. I walk over to my desk and pull open my bottom drawe

Mean while Damian woke up from the same erotic dream, he was sweating and breati ng heavily, he looked at his member and it was standing upright stearing at him, his breath gradually came down and he said to him self " where the hell are you mate, stop tommenting me" then he stood up to take a cold shower, after some tome he came out wrapped around a towel into his room, he moved to his closet and picked up a black denim trouser, a black calvin klein t-shirt, and a black jacket to follow, he then wore a black timberland boot, his feature was so alluring that any one who saw him will fear him and fall in love with him automatically

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

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.

the doctor said with surprise. “It feels like forever,” I moaned. “In the beginning, I found them exciting. Now, I just wish I could move further with them, or dream of something else. It’s like ‘Groundhog Day’ nightly.” The good doctor surprised me with, “Are you currently dating?” “Are you insinuating that I’m fantasizing about this hunk because I lack a boyfriend?” I asked, indignantly. “The mind is a complex thing. I’m simply looking for a direction in which to search for the reason behind your dreams,” she explained. “I don’t understand why you waited so long to mention them.”

"It's been delayed for so long, anyway. If you really care about this, why did you use this to provoke a reaction from me? Are you happy now that you get what you want?" I looked at his impatient expression and felt a chill in my heart. I thought back to the beginning, when things were so sweet. On our second anniversary, after I had given myself to him, he held me tight, promising me, "As soon as my career's stable, I'll propose right away." He promised a proposal I would never forget. He wanted me to stand in a garden full of white hydrangeas, with me smiling as I said yes. Those youthful promises were so passionate that they always made us believe they would come to fruition.