Feelings In A Dream Novel Novels & Stories

But I was very happy, my novel was back in print for the second time and was liked by many people. The cool wind blows into this room, making my body feel cold. I also decided to close the window, and lock it. Then go to bed and start resting. I just hope that someday I can find true love and a man like Akira or even Prince Kim. Or maybe, those dreams and hopes will become dreams. Gradually the stars and moon left this city. The wind was cool, and the morning dew wet the city. Until slowly the arunika comes to give warmth, the sun that has been waiting for and erase the darkness throughout this city.

Morning came and the sun was high in the sky when she opened her eyes. She felt tired yet blissful. It was due to her dream of lying in the arms of a man. His face was hidden but she could feel his overwhelming masculinity. Although she didn't experience the thing that married couple do, she knew what it was because she often read it in explicit scenes of her favorite book. The man in her dream didn't do the last step but lying in his arms stark naked was enough to color her cheeks early in the morning. She was confused why she dreamed that kind of dream. Maybe her mind was craving to read more erotica and the likes?

His dreams became a kaleidoscope of sensations, a swirling blend of pleasure and unease. In the dream realm, he found himself in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with an intoxicating scent. Shadows flickered and danced upon the walls as if they had a life of their own. Soft footsteps echoed through the room, drawing closer and closer until they felt as if they were resonating within his very bones.

It had been a long, weird, and unexpected day in ways—the appearance of Hayden Ryder, the dominant part of it that remained wedged in her mind as she slept. In a single day, she’d felt everything from lust, to anger, and sadness because of him. It was unsurprising that he now pervaded her dreams too. He appeared in them as the object of her fantasy. This wasn’t unexpected either, since he’d evoked a physical desire within her that had been dormant for so long. He was just as beautiful and appealing to her, but the unexpected part was that in her dream, he wasn’t human.

“What dreams?” The images return immediately. Lucien’s hand in mine. The moon rising over the forest. His shadow merging with silver light. “I see him when I sleep,” I admit quietly. “Not as my enemy.” My throat tightens. “But as something else.” Eira studies me carefully. “What do you feel in these dreams?” “Peace,” I whisper. The word feels strange in my mouth. “Like… like everything is finally balanced.” I shake my head sharply. “But when I wake up, the hatred comes back.”

His eyes softened slightly, but I didn’t stay long enough to hear his response. I needed to get out of there. I needed air. I needed to think. Who cursed me? What had I done to deserve it? And why couldn't I remember? ~~~ I must have fallen asleep the moment my head hit the pillow, exhaustion finally overcoming the turmoil in my mind. But instead of the peaceful darkness I craved, I found myself somewhere else entirely. The dream felt different from others—more vivid, more real. The colors were brighter, the sensations felt real. I stood in a garden filled with wildflowers, their sweet scent carried on a gentle breeze.

Neither did I. But I was grateful for it. Sometimes, stillness felt like healing. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Not even the runes we placed around the edge. Not even in the silence, save for the sound of Caspian’s soft breathing a few feet away. My body was still. But something in me was pacing. Scratching. Waiting. And then I dreamed. In the dream, the sky was burning red. The ground was black where I stood, but glowing. The wind howled from above, but I was unable to move. My body felt too heavy. My bones stiffened.

But he doesn’t reply. “Dad?!” I try to move my hands, to do something, and that’s when I realize my hands are small. Too small. They’re a child’s hands. What’s going on? The scream this time is piercing. And my eyes fly open. My heart pounding, I stare at the ceiling, my whole body feeling icy cold. What in the heck was that dream? “Taylor?” Beth is sitting up in bed and when I look at her, this tight knot inside me eases.

"I'm just thinking of a lot of things." I caressed his hair, "like what?" "Just what we've been through and all that." Andre briefed, "it feels like a dream. Just weeks back, we were planning on how to spend the holiday, and now look where we are." Andre was right. Everything feels like a dream but mostly, a novel. I laughed, startling him, squinting my eyes happily, "I feel like we are the protagonists in a novel." I answered, washing the curiosity in his eyes.

With a deep breath, I turned the first page of the romance novel, eager to immerse myself in its tender tale. The story unfolded like a delicate dance, a waltz of whispered promises and stolen glances. Each word painted a vivid picture in my mind, transporting me to a realm where love bloomed like flowers in spring. With every chapter, I found myself drawn deeper into the lives of the characters, their emotions becoming entwined with my own.