Dreamnotfound Heat Waves Novels & Stories

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.

Heat pooled between my legs, and I felt my pulse skip as I closed my eyes and let the naughty, forbidden fantasy of his rough hands fill my head. I reached for a big over-sized t-shirt for bed, but as the fantasy began to play out in my head, I let it drop. Instead, I slowly found myself moving back into my bedroom, and draping down across my bed. Heat pulsed through me as I pushed myself back into the comfort of my pillows. My hands skimmed down my body, sliding over my hips and my belly before sliding up to cup my breasts. Daemon .

He spoke. “What is it?” Skye asked. “That they were unable to bear the heat, and their illness became worse due to heat.” Reyan answered. “What?” they muttered in surprise. “The heat?” They all looked at each other. Suddenly, they felt a faint guess. “They can only feel the heat during the day…” Blue said as his eyes narrowed, guessing what Reyan would say next. “Yes.” Reyan nodded in affirmation. “It was the sun.” he said. They all didn’t speak, since they already could guess what would happen next.

He chuckled and admitted that it was probably overkill, since New York didn’t harbor the big bad bears and other beasts to the extent Montana did, but it was better to be safe than sorry. His explanation was enough to get me to relax and allow my body to heal through sleep. In truth, I wasn’t in a hurry to wake up. My dreams had changed quite a bit since the attack. They were still filled with Marc, but, instead of us always making love, there were outings, dinners, and long walks in the woods tossed into the mix. Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Dom was still in a safe house, and from what the captain implied, he wasn’t happy having to stay out of sight. She sighed and watched out the window. It was snowing again, and she felt as heavy as the snowflakes looked. She had tried to connect with Dominic several times in the last week, but hadn’t been able to. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t. The captain had said he had been exhausted and spent a few days resting more than anything, but now he was working the case with them. Did he have her blocked again? She was wishing she had asked him more questions on this thing that they were able to do. It wasn’t as if she could just search for it on the internet. What would she search? C

Connor has been incredible as always, giving me back and foot rubs when he can tell I am uncomfortable but even he doesn’t have the power to stop this heat. We are 8 days into the hottest heat wave on record and trust me to be heavily pregnant in this hellfire. The fan in front of me is doing nothing to stop the sweat from making my body glisten. I am in a breastfeeding bra and short shorts and I still feel like I am wearing too much. “Bethany, it’s time to get out of the bath. Don’t splash Daddy.” I hear Connor say to our three year old. He insisted we call her Bethany after my mum and I am so glad we did, that little firecracker does my mothers memory proud.

" (I can't drive past this place, you will have to walk on foot, sir). I sighed in defeat and got down from the car. Good thing I had dressed for the part. I looked down at my t-shirt and the khaki shorts I wore, down to the sneakers on my feet. I had been given the coordinates of the place, but from the hazy look of the weather, I had to be extremely sharp eyed. I dug out my dark glasses and slid them on. They weren't ordinary sunshades. They were infrared glasses that made it easy to pinpoint things easier, by highlighting them in red dots. The harmattan was at its peak here. The dust was thicker outside the car and the air was dry and warm at the same time. I slung the back pack I brought

JASON I shuddered from the heat in my sleep, having sweet dreams of Gina on me, pounding her all night. Slowly, those dreams became nightmares of ferocious beasts tearing our flesh and ripping our hearts out. My eyes shot open as I realized that the heat was real. The dream didn’t end as planned but the nightmare’s ending scared the sh*t out of me. Even though my eyes were open, I couldn’t see and my back was against hard rods that restricted my movement. Droplets of sweat rolled down my face and the urge to pull off my clothes was agonizing.

“Tomorrow. First I check on the children.” My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out. The screen showed a new message from an unknown number. I opened it. A photo loaded. The little girl and the boy sleeping in a bed. Julian’s shadow stood over them. His hand rested near the girl’s head. The text below read: “Your nightmare about Havisham dying was cute. Reality is worse. Tick tock, neighbor girl.” My blood ran cold. I showed the phone to Liam. His face hardened. “Julian,” he said.