Dreaming Of U Novels & Stories

Dream sighed but then again she knew that she would still try her very best to enjoy the moments that she had with him. Amir came out with a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. His black thick hair gel over his eyes and he looked like the hottest man to grace the planet. "Let's go painting!" Amir said and started to chase Uthman jnr again. Dream closed her mouth and managed not to blurt out that she loved him. She knew that it would happen sooner rather than later. Amir caught Uthman jnr and put him over his shoulders. The little boy was screaming out of pure glee and was so happy.

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /

I've waited a long time for this. Me: I'm also happy, Sky. It feels perfect. I reply to him with a smile on my face. Sky: Sweet dreams, Trouble. Dream of me. I've been dreaming of you for so long, now it's your turn to dream of me. Me: What kind of dreams are those? Sky: They're wild. But don't worry, I'll show you soon. Now good night. Me: Good night, Sky. See you tomorrow.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

“Did you have a bad dream?” "No, it wasn't a bad dream. This dream made me happy yet confused. I always dream of seeing my mother and Deanna. The two of them seem like close friends. They often hold hands wherever they go and occasionally look in my direction, but in the dream, they never speak to me." “How many times have you had this dream, Alpha?” “I've had this dream in various places within my dreams.” Zoan took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Have you asked the Moon Goddess about this? It seems like you—”

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

"I just have this dreams that would wake me up in the middle of the night and then it is difficult to sleep back." "What are those dreams about?" "It's about you, our baby and the past love that we have. It must be the memories that I have forgotten since the day I take on a new life." "That's understandable my love, I have suffered more than just dreams since the time i thought I've lost you. I love you so much I would move heaven and earth to get you back. I am so glad that we are blessed by the the Moon Goddess to get one more chance to continue our love once again."

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.

Because Dante wasn’t even on top of me. Fuck! So it was just a fucking dream. But what kind of dream is this? Why the hell out of all possible dreams should I be dreaming about getting fucked by the one person I definitely shouldn’t want? Why? Because honestly, getting fucked by my ex-girlfriend's uncle would be the most forbidden thing I've ever done. And how much could I have been craving this sex to have dreamed about it so vividly, to the point of almost feeling like I was being penetrated? The thought had barely settled in my head when Dante’s voice rang out again from beside the bed;

I dream of Maya. I no longer doubt that our souls are connected in a way I can’t explain. Even in death, she still finds her way into my dreams. I don’t fight it. I welcome it. Every time. I wake up with blue balls, but I don’t mind. If it’s Maya I make love to in my dreams, I’ll take all of it without complaint.