Dream X Sapnap Novels & Stories

“Blood remembers.” The dream cracked like glass under a hammer. “No…wait!” I reached, but the child vanished into a swirl of moonlight. The mist ripped away and I jolted awake inside the tent with Damon gripping my shoulders, his voice frantic. “Ivy! Ivy, breathe, look at me.” I gasped, clutching his arms. “I saw..” “What?” Damon demanded. “Tell me.” Elara stood behind him, her eyes wide with a kind of fear I had never seen on her face. “You dream-walked again?”

After calming their breaths, they both fell into deep sleep. Jasper tossed and turned in his sleep, plagued by nightmares that seemed too real, too vivid. One particular dream stood out. He was in a cozy, intimate room, with soft lighting. In the dream, Luna was with him, her soft voice telling him everything would be okay. He could hear the sound of her laughter, her familiar presence that had once been a source of comfort to him.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Juana had never seen her friends sweep or cook except once when they baked a cake together for their granny's birthday. Juana didn't understand why Jasmine would adopt her two cousins too but she never asked her friends. Maybe she was a very kind type. Juana stared at the only avocado tree few metres away from the frontal flowers. It was tall and huge. Might as well have been planted over ten years ago. The swing that was carved out of it hung low under one of its branches. The avocados were huge and overripe but no one bothered plucking them. Juana had never heard anyone of them talk about the tree. The tree shed its leaves daily and most of the fruits fell daily too. The tree was not signi

I hugged her crying and she tried to calm me down. -What's wrong? -Mother, I had the strangest dream you can imagine. A winged man was chasing me wanting to take me with him, I wanted to wake up but I couldn't and then another man appeared who said he was my father. -Calm down, it's over. -It's not the first time, it's been three nights in a row that I dream about the same thing. -It was just a dream, don't make a big deal out of it.

When she saw me, she looked surprised, as though she hadn’t expected me to arrive so soon. "Sophia? Where’s Lannister?" I barely glanced at her before stepping into the room where Lannister lay motionless under a white sheet. "Darling! How could you leave me here like this? If you’re gone, I won’t live either!" I threw myself onto him, crying as if my heart were breaking and pressing all my weight against his body. In the process, I injected the sedative into him, but he didn’t move at all, which puzzled me. Could he really be dead?

I felt my orgasm build from my throat to my salpinx. "Cum kitten, cum for daddy," Alex whispered in my ear, squeezing my nipples between his thumbs. "Come for daddy Nadia!" Sandro said with a thick hoarse groan. The gates to my fluid open and... "Open the damn door, Nadia!" A scream jolted me awake from my wet dream. I sat up in bed as I tried to process that this was reality. There was no Alex or Sandro, no Daddy. It was just me, in my bed on a hot afternoon having a sex dream.

I muttered. Then snoring increased to a higher level, nearly dramatic. That was the moment I was sure. I crossed my arms. "Don't tell me you're dreaming about Damien." Her snores stopped. Silence. Then dryly as always, she muttered, "The one thing that I'm dreaming about is exotic fish tomorrow morning for breakfast." I smiled. "Oh, you're talking parables now, huh?" Sophia rolled over toward me, mussy hair on the pillow. "You and I both know that I don't talk in parables."