Dream Unmask Novels & Stories

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

"But I care about you. That can’t be fake." She turned away, her voice trembling. "That’s why I have to go. Because if I ever want a real chance with you, it has to be with the real me — not this masked, half-version of a woman you think you know. I can’t ask you to wait for someone who doesn’t even know when she’ll be ready. I just know I can’t keep being Ruby for you." He reached out, gently catching her hand. "Then let me see her. Take off the mask. Show me who you really are."

“Who’s destroying that precious virgin cunt in your twisted little brain on your wedding day... your spineless groom-to-be or the savage beast who actually turned you into a cum-soaked mess at the club?” I jolted awake, silk sheets twisted around my sweat-soaked thighs, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. The dream’s heat still throbbed between my legs cause my panties were ruined, absolutely fucking soaked, phantom cum sliding down my skin even though it wasn’t real. I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide with pure terror. “Close your filthy fucking mouth,” I hissed, voice shaking. “You want them to hear? You want them to drag me out and check if I’m still ‘pure’ enough fo

“Not all mates are as lucky to be adored and loved. I’ve never seen a couple as happy as that picture of your parents. I was possessed and subdued, never loved.” Darren sat silent for a long moment, staring back at me. He placed his hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You know, those masks weren’t meant to hide a person. They were meant to reveal one’s inner self.” He pushed off the couch and walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room. He dug around in a bin at the bottom for a minute, then pulled out a mask like the ones decorating the wall downstairs in the pool room. It was a deep purple with black feathers coming from one side. “Ready to show that bastard your inner self? Th

He couldn't let her disappear without a trace, not when there was so much at stake. " she still doesn't know I am the masked man,How can I tell her when she's nowhere to be found " Liam sighed. Liam fell asleep, exhausted from his thoughts and worries. As he drifted off, his mind began to conjure up images of Liliana. He dreamed that she was lost in a dense forest, with nothing but the trees and the sound of the wind to keep her company. She had a baby in her arms, a tiny, fragile thing that she held close to her chest.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Natalie said. "I'll see what I can do." Seth nodded. But he didn't look too hopeful. "Is it as simple as a name?" Emily shook her head. "No, silly. It's their unique Dreams number or account number. Dreams doesn't work with names and surnames. One of the reasons why all these men and women love it so much. The anonymity it provides. There, they are just a series of numbers that will take a while to trace back to their real-life identities."

She would make millions. At night the universe bursts with vibrant bright colors. This world had two moons. It is hard to explain. It's all a dream, I think. I get so confused because it all seems so natural. I just showed up one night after one of my angels came and whisked me away. The brain does crazy things when damaged, and you can not distinguish fantasy from reality. I am not dead; however, I am stuck in a dream world. It is like that movie, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. When the kids show up in Narnia, everyone knows who they are. They call me AlexiAnna here. It's always nice to get a chance to be a whole new person.

In the dream, my Dream-self closes her eyes, losing herself in the moment, but when she opens them, it is no longer Jason she is with but Nick—well, to be accurate, Nick in his David Brennan look-alike disguise (the same disguise he used to seduce me back in Minnesota). The Subconscious-Me wants to jump into the dream-world so that I can scream and slap some sense into the Dream-Me. But I can’t, and Dream-Me—unaware of Subconscious-Me’s protestations—does not recoil from the sudden change of romantic partner, but if anything responds with even more fervor. I really hate Dream-Me.