False Knight Dream Novels & Stories

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

"Listen Hwa, as I said it's nothing like you think. I've been going to Jun's room almost every night now.." Yeon couldn't continue as Hwa gasped out loud. "Listen first, will you?" Yeon said irritated. Hwa nodded at once as she sensed the irritation in Yeon's voice. "Jun...Jun has been going through nightmares, and not common types. They seem painful and unsettling one's. He cries, his whole body shakes like a feather. That's the reason I go to his room every night so I can calm him down. It's nothing like you think. Believe me"

“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 ..."

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

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.

“It is not okay Nathalia, how are we supposed to know what is wrong with you, we still don’t know why you had to pass out in pain so we can fix it” “It’s okay, I promise, I know exactly what is wrong with me” she signed back and the two looked at her in a confused stare. “How do you know what is wrong with you? You blacked out completely after having a whole ten minutes scream no one could talk over you” Jacqueline signed. “I had a dream while I was out, more like a rebirth something” she signed making them curious as what she meant by that. They all exchanged worried looks as they looked at her trying to understand every word they were about to hear.

He immediately turned and saw Nathania's face which was red with embarrassment. "How did you know? Did you see it? You're a pervert, aren't you, Keith?" "Damn it! Who are you calling a pervert? I know because you showed it to me!" "What are you saying?" "You have no idea how naughty you were in my dreams! You teased me and asked me to have sex with you! You are a crazy woman!" "What did you say? Why did you compare me to your dream? Do I really look like that?" Nathania was very upset to hear how embarrassing she was in Keith's dream.