Dreamy Books Novels & Stories

Night settled slowly over the house, turning the windows into dark mirrors. Mara had spent the evening pretending to read, but her eyes kept tracing the same sentence. The words refused to register and her mind pulsed with only one thing—one look—one moment, repeating itself like a heartbeat she could feel everywhere. “Daniel’s eyes in the mirror.” The way they had pulled her toward him without a touch, and even without a single step. A wanting that is wrapped around her, quiet but irresistible.

I hissed , but my body was already arching into his touch. "Such a liar," Karl purred , crawling onto the bed beside me, his weight dipping the mattress. His fingers trailed up my arm. "Your cunt's dripping for us, Raven. We can smell it." I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I'm not-" "Not what?" Dane said as he leaned down, his lips brushing my temple. "Not wet? Not ours?" His hand slid beneath the hem of the lingerie, his palm flattening against my stomach, his fingers inching lower. "Or are you just scared of how much you want it?"

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog - ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

Anna’s apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain against the window. It was just past midnight, and she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor in an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Twenty-three years old, working at the dusty bookstore downtown, and tired of her boring, safe little life. No boyfriend. No excitement. Just books and fantasies that made her blush when she read them alone at night. Tonight felt different. She had found the old leather book two days ago in the basement of the store, hidden behind broken shelves. No title. Just strange symbols on the cover and thick yellow pages filled with Latin. Something about it called to her. She brought

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

I arched into him with a broken whimper, fingers threading through his silver-threaded dark hair. Daniel didn’t stop there. He kissed his way down my stomach, pushing my thighs wider and wider until I was completely exposed and open for him. He settled between my spread legs, broad shoulders forcing them even wider. His hot breath ghosted over my slick, puffy, well-used pussy, still leaking his thick cum from the first round. “Look at this pretty little cunt,” he murmured, voice thick with pure lust. “All swollen and messy from Daddy’s cum. So fucking beautiful. So perfect.”

Dammit, I felt like coming already just hearing those words, but not yet, not until I saw her limp and sated. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."