Dream X George Fanart Novels & Stories

Galen lets out a soft groan and pushes his hand through his hair. "I can see you thinking about it already"He says playfully. I’m more than thinking about it. I can vividly imagine it. I can feel it. Galen has been the bane of my existence with this buzzing electrifying spark of want and desire between us sex dreams about him were like a welcome fantasy. Some nights I have vivid dreams about some rough, unknown man filling my mouth and throat. I can’t see anything. I can’t hear anything except for his groans.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

"You take them home safely I'll handle that volcano" he said pointing towards a girl who is sitting under a table angry. "Why I have always have to deal with two" Darren groan when last time scene flash in front of his eyes. With how much difficulty he take them home only he knows. It's like winning an Oscar. "Cause one Is your sister and other is your lover. I can't do anything Mr." Damian shrug turning around. Darren look at the girls who are sleeping peacefully on couch after sucking the life out of two boys. He slowly move towards them not wanting to wake up the devil's.

“I'm not that good, but I do enjoy it, and I think I could make a career for myself in advertising.” “I'm sure Declan didn't…” Angie laughed. “Oh yes, he did. My brother is nothing if not honest.” She threw open the door to her studio. There were numerous sketches and paintings on the walls, all very good likenesses of her family. There was a half-finished portrait on the easel next to the window, but it was already clearly recognizable as Brendan Starr. Gemma turned to look at the younger girl. “Angie, this is very good.” “Thank you, although it isn't very easy to get Daddy to sit still. He may be retired, but he's still very active. I have some sketches of Deck if you'd like to see them?”

I stood on the threshold and gazed, open mouthed at the wonder before me. Sunny-coloured curtains hung from the windows, the walls had been repainted a pale pink and cute animation drawings grazed the wall. My eyes continued to take it all in. The beautiful sofa to the right, a cream coloured rug that looked like persian, but I knew was fake. But what caught my interest out of everything, stood in the middle of the room --- a blue wooden crib fit for a king's child. I guessed from the colour, she must have found out we were having a boy. But then the room was painted pink . . .

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

* Jana * Saturday. My first real day off in weeks. No boardrooms. No power plays. No Lawrence Dankworth threading his voice into my bloodstream like poison and honey. Just me, my couch, and the sound of some overacted drama humming from the TV. I tucked my legs beneath me, clutching a throw pillow like it could anchor me. Chips, remote, silence. For once, I let the world shrink small enough to fit inside four walls. Then his face appeared. Not in memory, not in the cruel tilt of my imagination. On the damn television. Lawrence Dankworth, immaculate as ever, sitting across from a well-poised anchor on a live business segment.

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

"Every night, you hack into my dreams with mind magic. You treat me like your secret whore, doing all those filthy things to me." The air in the study froze solid. "Don't act innocent." "What dreams?" Valerius looked completely lost. "I have no idea what you're saying..." I screamed, my voice hoarse. "If it wasn't you, then where did you get that top-secret 'Binary Star' crest on your cufflinks?!" I pointed at his cuffs, almost roaring. "I drew that on his chest myself! In the dream! Who else could it be?!" Valerius went sheet-white.