Dream Unmask の小説・ストーリー

**Moon Shine Pack** Darian sundelly woke up from his sleep his green eyes is now turned red. He just had a bad dream the same dream that keeps hunting him daily, no it not just a dream it the reflection of his past which is always scaring and stopping him from falling into a deep slenmber the past he will never forget. Darian always find it difficult to fall into a deep slumber even if he tried his brain always woke him up and everything that happened five years ago will come playing on his head like it just happened, that is the truman he have been passing through.

"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."

This was my moment to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed. As I continued to dance, I couldn't help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessmen and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes met those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could easily recognize our usual members by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing green eyes visible.

“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

And Damien wasn’t planning to ever tell her. --- That night, Devia woke with a jolt. Her breath escaped her in short, sharp bursts. Cold sweat clung to her skin. Her blanket had slipped to the floor, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Another nightmare. Revania’s mask. Revania’s voice. Revania’s cold laughter echoing in her ears. In her dream, Revania had grabbed her wrist—ice-cold fingers digging into her skin—and whispered: "Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?"

But everything tastes like ash now. By the time Silvia arrives, I’m already pacing. She takes one look at me and frowns. “Rough night?” “You could say that,” I mutter, rubbing my arms. “Zane again?” I shake my head. “No. Someone else.” She freezes. “What do you mean?” I tell her about the dream. The figure in the skull mask. The river. The voice. “You sure it was a dream?” she asks quietly. “No,” I whisper. “That’s the worst part.”

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.

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.

Why had he been at the masquerade, waiting in the shadows, just when she needed a backup plan? She thumbed over his name, then locked the screen. A second buzz followed. This time, not Damien. UNKNOWN: I see the mask is cracking, Domica. She inhaled sharply. Not just because he used her alias. But because of the image attached. It was a still from her bathroom mirror, taken at an angle she couldn’t trace. Her brushing her teeth. Bare-faced. Vulnerable. She hadn’t streamed that day. No cameras had been on. And that meant—