Ever Dream This Man Novels & Stories

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

Gold, silver, and blue lights began to drift down like a rain of stars. Each speck glowed with a dreamy light, bathing the city in a brilliant sea of color. My breath caught. It was too beautiful. But a bitter sadness quickly followed. Two months ago. In that ridiculous dream. I had leaned against his chest, stupidly describing my romantic fantasies. "My biggest dream is to see a meteor shower fall just for me," I had laughed playfully. The man had kissed my hair. His voice raspy. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky."

The next morning, right after finishing the morning meeting at Horizon Properties, I was getting ready to inspect our newly acquired landmark project when I ran into Ryan right outside the office building. "Hannah…" He had dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was raw and hoarse. "My stomach was killing me all night long. I felt like I was literally dying…" Holding back his emotions, he reached out, trying to grab my sleeve. His voice was laced with desperation. "Can we please get back together? I don't care about becoming a director anymore, and I don't care about having some fancy degree-holder to show off. I just want you. Please come back and take care of me."

I was born with almost no sense that I deserved anything. The day I was born, I didn't think I deserved to actually be born in the delivery room, so I held onto my mother's umbilical cord for three days. It wasn't until she slipped away to the bathroom that I finally let go in relief, and dropped straight into the toilet. When I got kidnapped, I didn't think I deserved a seat in the trafficker's six-seat van. So, I wrapped myself around his leg and refused to get in. Then a sanitation worker rolled by pushing a garbage cart, and my eyes lit right up. I jumped on without a second thought. After that, the trafficker sold me eight separate times. Every single time, I handed the money ri

My hands folded into tight fists. For the first five seconds, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me or maybe I could be dreaming again. These days I could hardly even distinguish between dreams and reality. Maybe my brother was just stalking her and nothing more. No way! It couldn't be My jaw clenched repeatedly. Liam pulls away and left her smiling to herself. The sight of her smile made my blood run cold. I matched up to her and she froze up. "Care to tell me what the hell I just saw" my voice went up the roof.

This has to be the most confusing dream that I have ever had. “You need to stop him Evermore, if you don’t more people are going to die.” A man’s voice whispers close to my ear, I scream getting up on my feet and continue to look around my surroundings. “Don’t be scared, I only want to help and protect you as like that note told you.” The man’s voice says but this time, right over my shoulder, I flip my head to the side where Elliot stood there, his hands in his pockets looking at me with a smile.

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.

Yet he's a murderer and a human trafficker. I stare at his back as he steps into the elevator back at the apartment. This man is supposed to be a devil. A smudge of dirt and evil that I need to wipe from the face of the earth. And yet, here he is, more human than anyone else. What are you, Dante Romano?

The image of Elena in Dante’s arms refused to leave his mind. *She had someone.* He turned onto his side and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. When he opened them again, he was no longer in his penthouse. A very realistic dream surrounded him—thick mist, ancient stone, and the faint sound of lapping black water. A man stood before him wearing clothes from another era. “You came,” the man said. Adrian stepped back cautiously, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. “Who are you?” “Welcome, son.”

My vision became clear, and I said with a hint of surprise, “Dr. Frost.” I remembered the scene from my dream and felt a flush of awkwardness. I had just been enrolled in college. Before the semester started, a staff member told me that the dormitories were under renovation, so I was assigned to an apartment by the college. Since moving in, I had trouble sleeping and kept having many dreams. My neighbor, Steven Frost, was a psychologist, so I went to his clinic for help. I had not expected to have such an intense dream during the session. When I thought about the dream I had, my face grew warm again.