Ever Dream This Man Novels & Stories

“These racers might not know you, but I do.” Alexander frowned at the man. “And what is the use of that?” Denise's gaze was serious now. “I know that your elder brother, Dante, is looking for my elder brother.” Yulia's brows furrowed. How could you know about it? “And?” Alexander was calm as he stared at the man. “I know a lot about my elder brother, Jake Devis Howard.” He muttered, tossing his shoulder-length dirty blonde curls backward. “Are you willing to help since you are telling us?” Yulia demanded.

You are meant to be dead. Levi drew me yet closer, his body sheltering me from whatever the man had in mind. "It doesn't matter," the steely-voiced speaker said. "You are not appealing to her. Not once again. The man's eyes narrowed, his face darkened. You believe you might stop me? You believe you could look after her? All you are is a guy. I am far, far worse." I was not able to move. My body seemed to be composed of stone, and the awareness of what was occurring too much for me to handle. This went beyond me as well. It dealt with Levi as well. Both of us were caught in this dream and unable to wake.

I laughed so hard tears dripped from my eyes. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked him sarcastically rolling my own eyes. He shook his head. My mouth closed and I stopped laughing and started to cry for real. “You say I’m not dead and I’m not in hell, but in a world I’ve never heard of? And you think I’m a witch or a fairy? But I’m just a human.” I said stuttering with tears pouring out of my eyes. “There are no Humans here anymore.” He said. “My name is Delmor, King Delmor and this is my land, and you are now my prisoner.”

He said nothing to me so I just picked up my phone and surfed through some work emails. "You aren't supposed to be working right now, you know that?" He said, still looking ahead while he adjusted his cufflinks. "Yeah, sorry." I dropped my phone back into my clutch. We were halfway through the ride anyways. I finally took his look in. The black tux he had on was tailored to perfection and he was looking like a snack. Damn! "Este hombre es un sueño." I said under my breath. (This man is a dream.) "Pere él es tu realidad." He said with a sly smirk. (But he's your reality.)

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"

the voice replied. Suddenly, a man stepped out of thin air. He looked like something out of a nightmare, black lipstick on his lips, a wicked smirk, and a jagged scar cutting across his face. "Who the hell are you?" Rian asked, pushing himself up. "I've been keeping an eye on you since last night," the man said, circling him like a predator. "I don’t usually care about humans, but you... you're interesting. I can smell the rage boiling in your heart, and I can help you do something about it."

I followed Dream’s gaze and froze. A man was making his way toward us, tall, poised, with the kind of self-assured smirk that screamed danger. His suit was perfectly tailored, his blond hair styled just enough to look effortless, and his eyes, bright, calculating, were locked on Dream like he’d just found a familiar toy. Dream’s posture stiffened. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But I felt the change immediately. “Dream,” the man greeted smoothly, his voice a low purr that carried just enough charm to make the nearby assistants blush. “It’s been a while.”

The man was dark and huge, with a mustache and dirty long hair but his eyes were as blue as the sky above them. "Call me Ameth." He replied, now Andrew knew whose memory he was playing in. He too realized that this man wasn't just a mere human. He was also a hunter. The probabilities were beyond the explanation of his simple human mind so Andrew tried to turn his focus to the present memory and immediately took back the man's memory. He had a lot going on and couldn't afford to drop the dream. Odd or not. This dream has something to do with him being in this era.

"I will try until I can't anymore." The man's eyes drooped, but he smiled. "I don't deserve you." ** A scream broke through my dream. "Drea!"

The man was furious with me, how could a sexy dream be furious with me? I rolls my eyes and scoff “you are just a figment of my imagination, that I am dreaming about right now! I belong to no one!” The stranger looked at me with a devious smile. “Is that so?” he asks. Suddenly I was not completely sure how real this dream was!