Dream X George 18 Novels & Stories

Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress." Others who were friendly with the Kinsey family joined in, trying to smooth things over. "That's right. Wayne probably just misses his wife too much. Dorian, why don't you take him to rest for a while?" As the atmosphere grew more strained, I finally spoke. "Mr. Kinsey, I truly don't know you, nor am I your wife. I don't want to hear such damaging words again." Wayne stared at me, searching my face for the smallest crack in my composure, but I remained calm. His shoulders sank in defeat, unwilling to accept what he saw.

A knot of anxiety formed in her stomach. “We already agreed on this mum.” George’s voice was loud and firm. “It’s too late to back out now. This is the only way to make Damien pay for what he did to me and also to crush Elena’s pride, she feels mighty because of him, imagine when he crumbles. She will have no other choice than to run back to me” “But … ” George interrupted. “How do I look?” Celeste blinked. “What?” George spread his arms slightly. “I need to look terrible.” A faint smile appeared on his pale face. “It needs to be believable.”

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

And directly across from him—Noah Reyes. Up close, he looked even more unfair. Hazel eyes, long lashes, a slow, confident smile that made people lean closer without realizing it. Ethan could smell him: cedar, fresh grass, something darker underneath that made his pulse spike. Noah’s gaze lifted. For half a second their eyes locked. Something flickered there—surprise, maybe curiosity. Then Noah looked away with a lazy grin like it meant nothing. The game started. Bottle spin. Truth or dare. Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table.

Soon, George tore off my nurse outfit, exposing my entire body right in front of him. He stared at me with lust gleaming in his eyes. I could feel goosebumps all around me. This was too embarrassing. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and sucked on my sweetspot. After a moment of tasting, he jumped up in excitement. "She's extremely delicious. Much more than any humans that I've ever tried." Then, he touched his crotch. "I think I'm having a little reaction down there." George turned to Daniel and asked, "You said that she has a great suction function, yeah? Teach me."

She knows this is so unreal and seen it for many times. "No. I am real." Georgia denied it. She knows that she was real and nothing else. She looked at her seriously and touched her face solemnly. "Ole... I am Georgia Xin. Daughter of Kim Xin Sai, sister of Lewis Xin and friends of Leah, Gu, Ji and Nami. Believe in me. I am real and I was here." She said it to her. "Ah..." Ole went silent. She looked stiffed for she knows this is not real. "Are you real?" She asked again. "Yes I am. I can tell you what was happening outside now. We are in a dream, you see? We are taking a quest and will save Leah and the world. But when we entered that door inside the tower we fainted. Then I woke up. Then I

Julia gasped, grabbing George’s arm tightly. And suddenly— A vision crashed into her mind. Dark water. An ancient chamber. Chains. And a symbol glowing beneath a child’s hand. A voice. The same whisper. “We’re awake…” Julia snapped back to reality with a sharp inhale. George was already holding her face. “Julia, look at me.” Her eyes were wide. “They’re not just reacting anymore,” she whispered shakily. George’s expression hardened. “Explain.” Her voice broke slightly.

The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the twins. George turned to her then, eyes sharp and searching. “What’s going on, Thalia?” he asked, his voice low and controlled. She shook her head. “I…I had a dream.” she trembled as her lips parted. George’s brows knit together. “A dream?” “Yes,” she whispered. “A dream that Franklin found out, the twins were his.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Shame and terror swirled in her chest. George stepped closer, his hands cupping her arms. His grip wasn’t harsh—just steady enough to calm her. His gaze bore into hers, as though he was trying to pull the rest of the truth from her trembling lips.

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..

George, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, was the first to break the silence. "Aww... My darling, so sorry to scare you!" George's voice carried a playful tone, blending amusement and affection. "By the way... You are looking gorgeously amazing, beautiful, charming, enchanting... a heartthrob beauty..." George attempted to continue the shower of compliments, but his words stumbled under the sheer weight of admiration. Emma and Mariam, thoroughly entertained by his poetic attempts, exchanged amused glances.