Dreams Onyx Resort Novels & Stories

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”

ARNOLD'S POV I made it a point to construct Diamond Resort on the coastline of Oceanic City in the area that was considered to be the most aesthetically pleasing. The hotel had sole access to the most pristine beach in the neighborhood. Even the most affordable option for a single night's stay would set you back a staggering two hundred and fifty dollars.

Being a single mother, even with a fairly self-sufficient kid, was not an easy thing, especially when trying to keep up with him on a broken foot. We walked slowly through the elaborate lobby of Island Oasis Resort until we reached the elevator to our rooms. I was on the third floor while she was on the second. There were only thirty rooms in the entire resort, making it small and cozy. The goal of the resort was to not only be an exclusive luxury destination, but also to be one of the most ecologically friendly hotels in the world. It was the newest line from Diamond Hotels, and Island Oasis Resort was to be their flagship hotel.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”

“Drop it, Onyx.” “Oh, come on. It’s just one night. Let me play with your pet. Tessa, would you like that? We could even let Master Hunter join in this time and he can play with you tonight. It’s the island's swinger’s night after all. Why not have some fun?” “She’s pretty,” Tessa agreed. “The last time I agreed to this shit, I sat by watching while you two took off with my sub,” Hunter grumbled. “That’s because I’m gifted,” Onyx said, as she stuck out her tongue and wiggled it at him. “She liked this tongue.”

I'm watching the sun melt into the sea and feeling his cock hit places inside me that make sparks explode behind my eyes. I come watching the horizon crack open in gold. My pussy clamps around him, my knuckles white on the railing, my mouth open in a silent scream because the orgasm is so deep it steals my voice. He follows – slamming deep, his fingers digging into my hips, pumping his load into me while the last sliver of sun disappears and the sky bleeds purple. He stays inside me while the stars come out. His cum drips down my thigh and into the sea. Day eleven – his apartment in Oia. Tiny studio, white walls, blue shutters, a bed that groans under our weight.

I spend some time shopping for books and grabbing some Blu-Rays of movies I like, then head back a few hours later with a dozen bags. I don't see either Adrian or Dominique when I enter so I just go straight to my room. I shower, then lie down for the night to get some rest. The bed feels like a cloud and I fall asleep in no time. I don't usually dream, at least I don't remember enough details to journal about them or anything. But tonight, I do. I'm on a beach with waves crashing against the shore completely naked as I step into the water. My eyes are closed and I'm moaning, hands are all over my body, delicate fingers exploring every inch of my skin.