Dreamy Books Novels & Stories

he asked with furrowed brows and suspecting eyes. "This is called intra librum, literally means inside the book. Here you can enter the world of the book and experience it first hand," His eyes suddenly glistened, his mouth opened while turning around—the same expression when he first toured the meadows of Pixie Realm. "You mean to say I can enter a book from here?" "Yes, that's what I said," Doom excitedly scanned the book titles. He kept on asking me if I was telling the truth or just pranking him. He asked several questions about how it worked and the likes. He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter.

It left a dark circle on the floor and the fairies had disappeared into the red liquid. I shot up in terror and began to lose my balance from springing up so fast. I reached over and grabbed the desk to catch myself and I began to realize that my hand was getting warm, almost hot. I looked over as it launched into a full burn in my hand. I yanked my hand away, turned and bent over to investigate the book that I had rested my hand on. It was a black, bound book that looked almost like burnt flesh. As my face got close, the cover flipped open and pages began to turn. It stopped at a page in the middle and I looked closer to realize that everything was in a different language, Latin, maybe. As

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

How would Vee even see me? Why the hell would Vee suggest I do that? Why would I choose that fucking option? Making out with Vee would have been way worster, I wouldn't be able to fight the guilt,ever. James would be better than I am then 'Selene needs someone to talk right now Damian'.my subconscious told me. Someone's hand slightly hit the back of my head as I recognized who it was. Holy molly. "Never knew you'd be a lover of books this days"her smooth melodious voice soothed my mind for a moment as I heard her voice.

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.

Donna had tightened her lips on him and her dark hair was rising and falling as she sucked him. Kim was watching her friend as Colin's dick disappeared in her mouth and her head bobbed up and down, her tan body on all fours over his. Her legs were spread wide now as Colin had his mouth glued to her pussy. The sight sent little tremors of excitement through Kim's cum filled pussy.

But she did not realize how quickly it could turn into nighttime. "The sun was up just a moment ago," she whispered. "Seconds ago, actually. Why is it slowly turning nighttime already? This is too--" her whole body jolted as a book popped out right in front of her. It glowed, as if inviting Verena to open the pages under the moon that is slowly coming up to its place. "The cursed book," she whispered. "Why the hell is this here? How could this book follow me in my dream?" "Am I draping or is this..."

Dona pointed at the book that Jace was holding. They turned to look and their eyes zoomed in on the title. The familiar font of the title of the popular book greeted them. ‘Spell Of The Lonely Dream’. They sucked in their breaths. “WHAT?!!! Isn’t that sold out already??” On the side, Dawn’s friends had already opened the present given to them by their classmates. Now, they started to open the present that she gave them. They have only opened the side when they recognized it. “Oh my gosh! Let me borrow it, okay?! Please..please.. Please!!!!!” The students, especially the girls, pleaded with Jace.

The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

The rose he left outside my door haunted me for days, I kept it pressed between the pages of a book on my nightstand. Every time I passed Damián in the halls or felt his eyes on me during Xóchitl’s dinner, the memory of his low voice and the raw hunger in his eyes made my thighs clench. The tension had become unbearable that I barely slept. My body ached constantly, that no amount of self-touch could satisfy.