Dreame Novel Novels & Stories

He held me as if I were made of spun glass, his hands constantly resting on my stomach, communicating silently with the two lives growing inside. "You did well today," he whispered into the dark as we lay tangled in the black silk sheets. "I just sat there," I mumbled, sleep tugging at my eyelids. "You sat there like a Queen," he corrected. "Go to sleep, Elena. You are safe." I closed my eyes and drifted off, feeling the warmth of his body against my back. But the peace didn't last. The dream started with blood. I was standing in a field of snow. White, endless snow. But it wasn't cold. The sky was a bleeding crimson red.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

The anticipation was going to kill me. JAMESON I found her exactly where I expected—sprawled on the bed, her nose buried in a book. I recognized the cover immediately. Shirtless man. Woman in a torn dress. Dramatic font. Romance novel. I grinned and crossed the room, settling onto the bed beside her. "Getting ideas for when we're both healed?" Her head snapped up, and her face went bright red. "Jameson—" I snatched the book from her hand easily, holding it up to read the title. "The Duke's Dangerous Liaison. Sounds promising."

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. …

Every step away from that estate feels like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. By the time I reach the dorm, I’m shaking again. I shut the door behind me, toss my bag to the floor, and collapse onto the bed. The kiss. Clara. The whispers. It’s too much. I curl up under the blanket, burying my face in the pillow, Damien’s scent still lingering from the dream that refuses to leave my bones. I’m drowning in a storm I didn’t ask for. And something tells me—it’s only just begun. ⸻

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Damie island was a private island as far as she could recall, what would a private island be having a resort for. She collected her stuff in the office and trotted to the out "miss, please," one of the blackguards gave a sign. She quietly entered the car. They reached a place where the car came to a halt." miss please" she followed him to the helicopter. Emma was more than happy, her worries flew away immediately she realized the helicopter before them on the vase land. The place seems like a field, the grasses were as green as a tropical forest. The greenfield made her picture the most attractive eyes she has ever seen, the thought of it made her smile.

James and Philips had done all sorts of things to me in that dream that they never did. In my dream, I was lying on my bed in my bedroom, and soon the environment changed, and I was in a golden room on a luxurious bed and my p**sy was aching. James laid next to me and began to kiss me, and soon Philip joined in. They touched me in my most intimate places, and when I saw their hands, they had talons. It didn't bother me, and I wasn't scared. James skin was covered in red and black scales, and Philip had blue scales that faded into black. Their scales were hot, and they had beastly faces. It was their face, but it had scales and looked half-dragon. After touching me and driving me insane. I fe

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa

I'll figure it out sooner or later, hopefully the former. Within a few more minutes, I feel myself drifting off into yet another peaceful sleep and let it take me away to new fantasies only my subconscious knows about. However this dream seems similar but much different from my usually smuttier dreams. This one feels real. There's the harsh smell of fire, smoke, and blood all around me. There's dead bodies scattered everywhere and Damon is leaning over a strange looking creature that's now dead by his hands. He turns around and his eyes are black as the blood from the creature.