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Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

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.

“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.

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.

Hopefully Sophie will go to sleep soon and the episode will be quick. As usual, Sophie was passed out within minutes of hitting the pillow, and once she heard snoring, Helena pulled her blanket over her head and turned on the DVD player. She had never used one of these before, but it was easy to figure out. Oh goody, it was porn. Yep, Xavier was making her watch porn. From just the opening page, it looked like kind of miniseries about college kids screwing each other in between scenes of poorly-acted drama, and not for a second did she believe that anyone in this series was under 25. Praying for God to forgive her and protect the innocence of her soul, she put on the headphones and selected

Sienna said earnestly, “you’ve never told me how you and Felix actually met. Can you give me some pointers? I know he is even harder to win over than Leo.” Xena reached up and adjusted the silk nightgown that had slipped slightly off her shoulder. Under the soft lighting, her long, wavy hair framed her perfectly. She had a flawless face and an equally flawless figure. Her lips curved into a smile. “You really want to hear it?” “Yes, tell me,” Sienna urged. “Please. I asked Felix myself, and he ignored me completely.” She knew his personality well. He had never been interested in things like romance. Xena’s expression softened as she slipped into memory. “It was a rainy evening—”

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It's early morning but Xanthe is in the cold shower. She feels so hot. She can't stop thinking about her dream from last night. It was so real, and it's making her heart race! This isn't normal anymore! Why did she have that dream? It's still clear in her mind. That dream... Isis was kissing and touching her, and she was moaning. And something even more intense happened in the dream! Her cheeks burn every time she remembers it.

“You terrified her in her dreams. She still has wounds from the Northern Forests. So, apologize.” Dupree’s eyes narrowed, but one glare from Xander, and he turned to me with a razor-thin smile. “I’m sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again. I’ll stay out of your dreams.” “You can… control dreams?” I asked, wary. “One of my specialties,” he said, grinning. “I feed on fear, doubt, insecurity. They’re… delicious.” “Delicious to you, creepy to me,” I awkwardly smirked and then muttered, “But… you did save me from that panther once. So… thanks. I forgive you.”

“How did you know about that? You weren’t even at the palace were you?” “Ever heard about I*******m?” Draymond frowned, waving his phone in front of Xavier. “I*******m?” Xavier shook his head. “Is that like a place in Jaime’s Woods?” “No,” Draymond sighed. “I totally forgot you are over a hundred years old. I*******m is an app, you can see anything there, pictures, videos and all.” “So I’m on I*******m?” Xavier asked. “Your video is,” Draymond said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “Come see how dumb you look.”