Dreammare Sin Novels & Stories

And when I finally fell asleep, my dreams betrayed me. I dreamed of silk restraints. Of my wrists tied above my head to his bedpost. Of Alex between my legs, devouring me like a man on the edge of starvation. His mouth moved like he worshiped me, moaning into my wetness as if it were his salvation. His fingers gripped my thighs hard, holding me open while his tongue worked me to the edge and dragged me off the cliff. “You taste like sin,” he whispered into my dream. “Mine. Only mine.”

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Thank goodness…there was nothing to worry about. I tumbled out of bed and turned off the stupid alarm—who even put it in my room in the first place?—then I dashed into the bathroom, eager to wash away the traces of my sinful and vividly erotic dream. Why did I keep having these dreams? This should be the third time now..and it was always Damon’s face in my dreams. It was always him doing these insanely sinful, yet pleasurable things to me. God.. I need to visit the church soon, so I can confess my sins to you..

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

Damp strands of his jet-black hair cling wildly, betraying hours of frustrated gestures amid the torrent. “I arrived to supervise your advancement,” he states coolly. “Proceed, and impress me.” Torrential rain assaults us from every angle, veiling the surroundings. I peer past the curtain of water, beads gathering on my lashes. Combat in this deluge will challenge balance and vision, exactly as Damien planned. His aim is to humiliate me before witnesses. I plant my feet firmly, rolling my shoulders and wrists in preparation. Damien has stripped to the waist, rainwater cascading across his inked chest and arms. He appears untamed, that ferocity mirrored in his intense stare.

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.