False Knight Dream Novels & Stories

The male demon cackled loudly within his cynicism as well as sarcasm. Swinging his hand in the air, the young knight had already turned himself and Janice Valeria into a ray of brown light. The brown light appeared again inside the young knight’s palace, inside his main bedroom. The brown light turned back to the young knight himself and Janice Valeria. Janice Valeria was subsequently pushed onto the bed. Janice Valeria had lain on the bed with the young knight’s body right on her body. She couldn’t move here and there anymore. All her body movements had been locked by the stronger and much more powerful young knight.

“I am working for High Dreams, your company has nothing to do with me.” “If you want us to release Laura and Jack then you better comply with our conditions. These are for your sake; we just want to give you what you truly deserve. “ Brent said. “What do you mean by that?” Gayle said. “I’m aware that Ethan already told you our conditions before releasing them. However, I just want to add one more thing.” He said. “And what is that?” Gayle said. “I want you to stop working at their company and transfer to ours.” He said.

Then he rose, brushed his palms together, and said, “You should sleep. Tomorrow will be difficult." I nodded mutely, still staring at the curtain that divided the room. At the careful distance he'd built between us. The fire crackled softly. Shadows danced across the walls. I curled into the blanket, pulling it up to my chin, and closed my eyes. Somewhere behind the curtain, the Knight Commander of Jelita, cold and terrifying and unreadable, was sleeping on stone. For me. I didn't understand any of it. But for the first time that night, I slept.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

I whimpered, my eyes searching for Flora, silently begging her to get me out of yet another mess I’d gotten myself into “I had a dream that brought me here, but I never imagined that…” “A dream?” Kent repeated, his eyes narrowing as he watched his nephew shake me like I was a puppet “I don’t remember you mentioning anything about premonitory dreams when we were talking about your magic. It seems Wayne was right. You still kept secrets from us, even saying you were being sincere in your request for refuge, right…?”

Technically, Victory did lose something last night. Based on how sated his body felt this morning when he awoke, the nakedness of both their bodies and a small spatter of blood on the duvet, it only pointed to one thing of which he was very sure of. Victory's cherry finally popped and he appears to be the unwilling volunteer for this momentous event. "Erm, Mr. Knight, did we.. Erm.. Did we.. Erm.." She stammered. Her eyes wild as the reality started to sink in.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

No, no, no, no, no… An uncontrollable urge makes me turn around to face a man in a checkered black and grey suit standing a few feet away from me. His crystal baby blue eyes glisten under the fairy lights, while they bore into me. His fingers run through his silver hair, as he takes predatory steps towards his prey. My mouth forms out the name even before I can think about it. Because I had heard what he looks like. "Alpha Tristian Knight." I'm officially doomed. ****************

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: STOP IT DESMOND Kennedie I was about to murder someone. I was not even kidding and I you need a clue, his name started with a letter ‘D’ fucking Desmond Knight, he was going to get it from me one of this days, and I swear it. How could he do this to me? Get this, I was halfway through a dream involving chocolate-dipped strawberries and a beach in Santorin, not to forget the six foot three hunk of a man that was hand feeding me.

~ Inside the Supreme Principal's Office ~ Knight is currently sitting on a wooden chair facing Von while also trying to think and understand what happened and why there's a big hole in the office. Von gave him a serious look. This gave a fright to the boy but Knight maintained his composure and gathered the strength and courage to ask. "Is there something wrong Sir?" He humbly asked. "Did something unusual happen yesterday?" Von asked without answering the question. "None sir. Everything's normal yesterday sir." He suddenly remembered his dream about someone with crimson eyes watching him. "There's actually one thing that happened." Knight suddenly said that captivated Von's attention. "If a