Dreamnotfound Stories Novels & Stories

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.

⸻ 🌙 The Truth About Nyra A hidden memory emerged. ⸻ The Silent Sea. Before the First War. ⸻ Three Dreamers. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And Nyra. ⸻ Together. ❤️ ⸻ Dreaming worlds. Creating stories. Building realities. ⸻ For a long time… Everything was beautiful. ⸻ Until Nyra discovered something. ⸻ Something nobody else saw. ⸻ 🌙 The Future The memory continued.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal. “I’ve been looking for you,” she told Elena. Confused, Elena accepted the journal. Inside was a handwritten note. Stories have a way of finding the people meant to tell them. The journal had once belonged to the bookstore’s original owner, a woman who had spent decades recording the love stories of couples who met among the shelves. There were stories of first glances, second chances, impossible distances, and lifelong promises. Dozens of them. Some joyful. Some heartbreaking. Every one unforgettable.

In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance. She ran her fingers along the spines of mystical books, each filled with knowledge waiting to be unlocked. As she opened one tome, words flowed from its pages, swirling around her, forming intricate patterns that mirrored the power within her. Night after night, Star's dreams grew more vivid and compelling, drawing her into a world where her powers were limitless.

Cara was still deeply immersed in her thoughts as she sat at her desk, scribbling in her diary. Her pen glided across the pages with a sense of urgency, trying to record every detail of the dream that had been haunting her since her therapy session. Her therapist, Jean, had told her that documenting her dreams was crucial to unlocking their hidden meanings, pushing her to be as thorough as possible. It wasn’t just a casual assignment; it was part of her journey to better understand herself, to untangle the threads of her subconscious mind. The idea of writing fiction about her own life felt strange, almost surreal, but Jean had explained that it was a way to externalize her feelings and memo

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

Chapter 26 : Dreams of Unknown Discovery Dreams that were caused by the angel Raphael. Danrakah consults an unknown spirit addressed as Temptress. Raphael opens a gateway to the minds of the main characters. Butt gets in contact with the home of the Temptress Unknown through his dream caused by Raphael. Chapter 27 : Dreams of Unknown Discovery 2 The other characters discover more about their futures although not completely as they were clueless about what they saw. Daniel AKA Danrakah's death is rumoured. Chapter 28 : Dreams Turns Vision

I had another weird dream today about a substance called, The Garbage. It was a long dream that I can remember as if I had relieved it several years ago. I was in it. Living it and watching everything unfold in the dream. It all started in a small place where I stood with a girl who was supposedly my best friend. Her name was Leah while my name was Drake.. I am going to narrate how I felt in the dream. Once again, I am going to act differently so I can give meaning to my dream. This is how it began.