Ever Dream This Man Novels & Stories

Matthew lunged at me. He grabbed my sleeve and declared, "I'm still Lyanna's father. Since you're aware that I'm not dead, we can pick up our marriage from where we left off." He was clearly flustered as he spouted these words. His eyes were bloodshot as he begged for my understanding. I scoffed at his pathetic appearance in my heart. He thought that if he groveled at my feet, I would forgive him for all his transgressions, time and time again. It was the reason why he was so bold and arrogant when it came to hurting me.

* Jana * He was exactly where I wanted him, standing in his own penthouse, staring at me like he'd just lost control without even realizing how neatly I'd taken it from him. Lawrence Dankworth. The untouchable one. The man with iron discipline and colder eyes than most men I'd met in this city. Yet tonight, his gaze betrayed him. That flicker of hunger he tried so hard to bury... I'd seen it. Felt it. And more importantly, I'd planted it.

The half is on Jaime and the other half is on this man. Who is this man? "Yes sir? May I help you?" He heard Lucas speak to the man. He averted his gaze since the man is intently staring at him now. He honestly feels flustered. He maybe a Beta but he once was an Omega. So he's not stupid to understand that kind of look. "I'm sorry for interrupting you guys but, can I ask him to dance?" The man speak. And to Daveryl surprise, the man's voice sounds hoarse and deep. Feels like he's just got up from bed. He blinked, his Omega soul is reacting to the man's voice?! How the hell?

Like very fast! The man of my dreams was here and I was in his arms. I didn't wake up this morning to find out everything was in my head. It was real. Everything he said last night. Goddess. Was it happening? My redemption? Was there still more teat for me to pass? Please, goddess permanent this because I didn't think I could do without this. "Try to catch some sleep too, my little wolf. You havebig bags under your...eyes." He slurred off, emitting a snore as he fell into another round of sleep.

Her heart started to soar again and she instinctively felt weak at the knees remembering the erotic dreams she had with this person. There was a sound of four splats as Vida had slapped herself to make sure she wasn’t sleeping or dreaming again. “It’s exactly like in the dream. His outfit…” Vida muttered staring at the man’s tunic, it had an unknown crest emblazoned over the chest area, part of the man’s chest was show and she noticed a strange mark over it. “Hey…” she said gently, nudging the fallen dream man, “Hey wake up.” The man stirred with a groan and his eyes fluttered open to the sound of her voice and the sounds of New York City. His eyes were a piercing emerald that made Vida lose

I asked inwardly, still examining curiously. Then it clicked, the answer flashed through my mind. Series of my dreams for the past three years flashed into my mind And realization drew on my face as the face of the man in my dream became visible. “ It’s him” my eyes widened in disbelief. What the fuck!! This can’t be happening!! MY HANDSOME DREAM MAN IS REAL? I felt faint instantly. I couldn’t believe I was seeing clearly. My eyes swept on his entire body, like I was searching for something. Something to believe that I was actually seeing him and not a fragment of my imagination or dream.

Aesthetic’s POV: “ Hurry up Thea! Mrs. Smith told us that the boss will arrive today. “ My friend Kiendra shouted at me when she noticed that I'm just sitting on my chair, doing nothing. I boredly set my eyes of her and nodded tardily as if I was just hanging around. I can’t blame anyone for being so sleepy at work, it was already five in the morning when I fell asleep because of my stupid dream. I dreamt about a man who looks exactly like a protagonist in a fantasy story. Though I can’t clearly define his features, but all I know is that, he can definitely drag women’s interest. He has this dimmed eyes with a deep meaning inside. It seems that there are nameless emotions in it that may brok

a man from the crowd jokes, his lip curling in disgust. Glaring over at the man, I struggle in my captive's hold. "Don't move," the man growls with an aura of power emanating from him. Gulping, I immediately still, knowing they will not be afraid to use the gun on me. Screwing my eyes shut, I pray that this is only a dream. In a few minutes, I'll wake up and this will all just fade away. This is only a nightmare. It can't be reality, can it?

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.