Dream X George Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Girl, what? That guy is nothing less than an 8! Please tell me if you have problems with your eyes, and I'll gladly book an appointment with an optometrist for you." Desiree rolled her eyes. She and Sasha seemed to have such varying opinions on what they considered hot. “No, seriously.” Sasha spoke again, gesturing wildly with her hands. “That guy is super hot. He's just like–” “Just like who? Damian?" Desiree teased. Sasha froze, her smile wiping off as she narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about? What has Damian got to do with anything?” Desiree smiled teasingly. “Oh, I don't know. Just that when I came to wake you up this morning, your bed was all wet, and you were moaning his nam

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

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.”

Hands fumbling, she frantically tried to release his cock from its casing. He massaged her breasts and commanded her; "Open your eyes and look at me." Sleepy hooded chocolate brown eyes looked deep into his icy blue ones. He pinched her aching nipples; his voice was a whispering growl. "I have dreamed of you like this. I have wanted you for so long Joanna...so long, just like this." Darius abruptly pushed her off his lap and quickly took her over this knee.

She was relying on him too much and even told him about her dead mom. She just wanted him to look at her, she wanted him badly and if she wanted him to, she had to try harder. Very much harder. Jomi watched as Felix’s lips moved as he spoke to George. There was a way his lips moved that Jomi found herself licking her lower lip. She quickly smacked herself internally at the action. Jomi shook her head as if trying to shake out her ridiculous and stupid thoughts in her head. “Mann, although funny. I’m happy to be back home” George said with a smile.

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.

“Not now, Dad. We are in the middle of nowhere. We could get attacked by thugs or something.” “Shut up, son.” George lashes back at Dexter. “You can come down and walk home if it pleases you. Just shut your damn mouth,” “ You should listen to your son, George,' Kelly chimed in. That was the fastest time he had ever supported Dexter in a long time. “This is insane. I want to believe this is a hallucination,” Dexter muttered in disbelief while shaking his head sideways rigorously. He was starting to believe that his Father and Kelly are lovers. That was the valid explanation for why George adores Kelly so much.

And who said he didn't like when he's being edged? Tonight was supposed to be the same but Azxel had fallen asleep. He jolted awake with a strangled gasp, his heart punching in his chest. He had a dream — no, it was a nightmare, Azxel called it a nightmare if he found Sky walking out of him in his dream. This time, he dreamt that Sky was walking away, disappearing into darkness with a dark chuckle and smile leaving him behind, not even caring about how he screamed or called his name, the worst part was that Sky wasn't even looking back.

I lowered my voice, “I don’t have the energy to keep this up anymore Dmitri! I can’t even escape you in my dreams!” His head snapped up, “What dreams?” There was no playful smile, no smirk, just wide eyed fear. I shrugged, unwilling to play this new game. “I’m serious Alexandria, what dreams?” His eyes fell to my neck. Instinctually, my hand flew up to cover the spot on my neck from my dreams. His muscles flexed for a second, as if he had just stopped himself from reaching out to touch me as we stared at each other again. “I’ve had several, which one do you want to hear about?”

Damien looked at George with a surprised look on his face. "How did you guess that?" he asked curiously. George laughed as if it's really simple. "When I was courting my late wife during our high school days, I used to wear the same kind of smile on my face whenever I remember her or she is near. Love is written on your face my boy" George shared much to Damien's amusement. Damien understood that George is perceptive and a kind man. And he began to genuinely like him. "Yes, she is actually my wife. She is angry with me for some unknown reason. So I came to win her over again" Damien admitted.