Dream Xd Novels & Stories

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

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.

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

"I'm green. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Damien's laugh was dark and approving. "That's my girl. Xavier, she's ready for you." IT ALL STARTED SIX MONTHS AGO: THE APPLICATION Serah had discovered the service by accident....a whispered conversation overheard at an upscale bar, a business card slipped across a table, a website that required three separate security clearances to access. Elite Experiences it was called. Discreet, expensive, exclusive. They specialized in fulfilling fantasies that couldn't be satisfied through conventional means. And their most sought-after offering was "The Twenty-Four."

gift for delayed marking of my mate and using the suppressants for a long time. Poor Xayden. He was going to meet the wildest version of Nox Canning. Not his beta. Not his mate. Not his lover. But a s*x fiend who did not sleep. All. Night. Long. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A deafening hum filled the air, growing louder as I fought to hold on. And then—the world snapped back into place. Damien was still here. I gasped, my body trembling, a cold sweat breaking across my skin. “That was barely a few minutes,” Damien murmured, his tone calm, but his eyes searching mine for any sign of weakness. “Xiana, this is going to be harder than you thought.” I swallowed, my head pounding. “I know.” Determined, I tried again. And again. Each time, I reached for the tether that connected us, but the dream realm resisted with an almost sentient force every time I pulled.

Yet, as the dream hung in the balance, a new figure emerged on the periphery of the moonlit clearing: Xander, the former Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and also Chastity's mate. In a surge of determination, Xander leaped into the dream, his presence a testament to the unbreakable bond that tethered him to Chastity. The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious.