Dreamer Txt Novels & Stories

In that dream I was lovers with Darius, he was not after his goal to remove as many humans as possible, he was just focused on loving me. I like Darius, the bad boy vibes, but his wickedness and evil plans keep on separating us from each other, in that dream he told me something, he told me he loves me. I felt like calling the stars down from the sky and living a day that never dies, changing the world for him, all the impossible I wanted to do. I wanted to hold him close under the rain, every time I felt his touch in that dream I become a hero, I feel like making him save wherever he is, and I wanted to bring him everything he asks for.

Reality settled in, reminding me that the encounter with Tyler had only existed within the confines of my subconscious mind, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. The dream had felt so real, so promising, and its abrupt interruption left me yearning for more. Yet, I held onto a glimmer of hope that it could happen. I still yearned for his touch. With a hopeful heart, I pondered the dream's significance, silently willing it to become a reality. My Dad said dreams held the power to illuminate desires and serve as catalysts for change and I sort of believe in that. And I was resolved to carry the memory of that dream with me, nurturing the belief that in a matter of a few minutes, Tyler'

The sunlight was blinding, and the clock said something different from what the sun was telling me. "Dormani..." I whispered, as he pinched my nîpple, kissing my neck. A groan leaves his throat and I turn to meet his eyes closed and his jaw clenching. Langelo was dreaming about me..us? I fucking had the same dream? What was it about this man that makes me insatiable? "Dormani." I call again, a little louder this time. He shakes his head and few minutes later, his eyes flutters open.

"What is a dream dweller, Elfar?" "Dream dweller is the bridge of the supernatural. Between the dream realms and ours. Anyone powerful enough could invade your mind and pass the bridge... thus making you an oracle. The one who sees the past and the future. And if someone who could seize your mind, could control you. That is why your father wanted you gone rather than bestowing you the curse of the gods. He wasn't a terrible man, you know. He just wanted to have an ordinary life. A happy one. Poor but mundane, away from all the conflicts and war between supernaturals and the church. He tried, you know. Wed a beautiful human, but before you were born, Damascus' grandmother had used him and inv

I just keep on closing my eyes and dreaming about him. --------------- Thamer pov Me and Drake waited for Alexis and Diana's mom to come back but while we're waiting for them, I couldn't denied the fact that my mind was on Diana. Drake fall asleep because I don't know what I just did. I only think that he would fall asleep and dream of a nice place to ca himself. I'm doing a reality warping towards Drake. I wanted him to believe that he's inside a white castle with his a wife whom is Steph. They lived there with a son and they're happily married couple. I just did that and he slowly dozed off.

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

"Impossible. She's clearly my Arden…" Running into Wayne had been an accident. I was about to whisper to Vincent that we should leave when Wayne blocked us again, refusing to give up. His eyes locked onto mine, unwavering. "You are Arden, aren't you? Arden, are you still mad at me? Is that why you won't admit who you are? I was miserable when you disappeared. Please, I'm sorry, alright? As long as you forgive me and come home with me, I swear I'll never lie to you again…" His eyes turned red as he pleaded, looking utterly broken.

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.