Novel & Cerita Dreaming Of Falling In Love

"Axel, I..." "Honestly, since your presence, I’ve felt something different. I never thought I could fall in love with you. Falling in love and getting married were things I never even considered! But you changed everything! And again, since meeting you, I’ve been dreaming of my late mother, almost every night, dreams I always buried deep but resurface whenever I’m with you.” "Is it a nightmare?" Aura asked softly.

Their legs entwined, their breaths synchronized, they reveled in the simple joy of being together. Emily's head rested on Alex's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful state. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to wander into the realm of dreams. Visions of a future filled with love, adventure, and unwavering support danced before her closed eyelids. In her dreams, she saw herself and Alex exploring distant lands, hand in hand, their laughter filling the air. They climbed mountains, swam in turquoise waters, and shared quiet moments under starlit skies. Their love was a beacon, guiding them through the trials and tribulations of life.

And how? I don't know whether I am being chased by someone. or I'm in any urgency to get somewhere. But I'm running and breathing heavily. I started running in a tar road, then into a green field, now in the forest. Suddenly the path came to end at a cliff. But I didn't stop running. I jump off the cliff and started falling. My eyes fluttered open. A damn dream! But it felt so real. I have actually fallen from the bed to the hard floor. Fortunately, I didn't fell on my face and broke my nose. My butt is hurting a little bit but that's not too much.

My mate is horny. Normally that’s one perk of the mating bond, I enjoy and fully open myself up to. Every night, I dream of her, my dreams being the only place I’ll allow myself to have my mate. In my dreams I fuck her, I hold her, and make love to her. My dreams are the only place we can be together. Most mornings, I wake up either hard or with cum soaked sheets.

The lady looked at me with that sad expression again. "Love sucks." I said. "all my life I imagined I was going to be one of those cliché, a wife, kids, a pet, a house with a pretty garden. Somewhere along the way that prospect got blurry and I saw another future, with someone else. But I fucked up, and now five years later I'm doing the same thing I did back then, I'm hurting her and I'm hurting me. Maybe love doesn't suck, maybe I suck at loving."

How many times I’ve started texting only to delete the message. I dream about her every single night. Sometimes they are sexual. Those are the easier ones to deal with. The harder ones are the ones that relive the simple everyday things that happened. Going on a picnic with her. Going for a run in wolf form. Cuddling with her on my couch. Hearing her voice say that she loves me. Those are the ones that are the hardest. The ones that I wake up panting with tears still wet on my cheeks.

Do you know what I would give to make it reality? I dream about your touch, your taste. God yes, I fantasize about your kiss, what your tongue feels like, what it tastes like. I dream of kissing you for hours upon end. My sense is that I would be just as satisfied kissing you, making out, as I would if we were to make love. Oh, and to make love...the simple thought of it makes me weak in the knees; my heart pounds, and my eyes close as my mind takes a break from reality. The things I would do to you...

He looked at Zoya with all emotions. "My sexiest dream is to make love with My Love so passionately, snatching her all troubles, vanishing her all nightmares, getting drown deep into her ocean every night and waking up with the feeling of her body snuggling closer in my arms, sleeping, snoring, peacefully." His eyes were burning with desires. Zoya felt his intensity in her heart.

Prithviraj said, still feebly "I'll go climb the everest if that is your last wish, just try me" Meera said, she could do anything, I repeat, anything, he wanted. "I wish to see you married, before I die" Prithviraj declared Marriage hadn't even crossed Meera's mind! Marriage! What had he just said! She hadn't even been in a serious relationship, ever! That's how commitment phobic and non supporter of relationships and marriages she had been! Boys were friendzoned within a glance. Even the most sexually appealing boys who had offered her space in their beds and hearts, were refuted to. Listening to the word Marriage made her "Eww" to herself and here she was, at cross roads.

Dream of me. I fall asleep surrounded by roses, the scent of them filling my dreams, thinking about wedding vows and second chances and the terrifying, exhilarating possibility of actually being happy. Of building something that lasts. Of being Maya and Ryan instead of Rossi and Zurri, just for a little while, just long enough to remember that we're human before we're heirs. It's the last peaceful sleep I'll have for a while. But I don't know that yet. In this moment, in this room, in this life that feels borrowed from someone else's fairy tale, I am simply grateful. Simply hopeful. Simply, impossibly, in love.