Fem Dream Novels & Stories

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

"George? What are you doing in my bed?" She then noticed that I was still holding her legs, and she shyly put them back down. I stammered, not knowing what to say. While I hesitated, she turned her head, catching sight of her underwear, which had slipped to one side, and the wet patch on the bed. She asked in a panic, "Wait, the dream I just had. It was real?" She looked at me with surprise and a hint of fear in her eyes. I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no. Nothing happened. You woke up before I could even do anything. By the way, what were you dreaming about just now?"

“But I’ve done the research. I know what she is now. She’s powerful. Deceptive. And she tricked me.” He paused—swallowed—then said the words like they cost him everything. “I never touched her. Not really. She came to me in my dreams.” The room went deathly quiet. “Over and over. She seduced me again and again. I thought they were just dreams.” A hollow, bitter laugh escaped him. “But fae don’t dream the way we do. They design them. They control them. They invade them.” His voice dropped to a shaken whisper. “It’s called dream-walking.”

Still this could work for you, couldn’t it? ‘In what way? I looked into my mate’s dream- bad dreams!’ ‘And if they were not just any dream?’ Fenris raised a brow at the suggestion. ‘What if that ‘dream' you had was more than just a dream? Think about it, Fenris. If that was just any dream, you wouldn’t find those scars on her.’ His eyes slowly widened, as he caught on to what his father was saying. ‘Dreams can be many things. One of these things is-‘

She assumed that her friend didn't use hair dryer usually, so that he wouldn't recognize the sound 'Work and work,' she sighed Dea put on her usual loose-fitting t-shirt and pajamas, standing in front of the large dressing table. She applied some night cream on her face and closed the tube, getting ready for going to sleep She walked to her bedroom and switched off the light, then lay on the soft bed quietly. The moonlight was still illuminating the room as the window was opened. The smell of jasmine flowers covered the air, right outside there was a little garden front of the condo and it was made by her when she had got vacations time

She said smoothing my hair, I held myself back from crying and breaking down. Dona Florence came down and I went back in. With the fright I took when I woke up, I hadn't stopped to think about the dream I had, my face heated up at the same time when I remembered. What would have happened if I hadn't woken up? I gave a disappointed sigh, I was curious now to know the rest of the dream. It was good. I felt my intimacy moist, now ready, Julian besides dominating my thoughts, now he dominated my dreams. And erotic dreams! I was so screwed, never in my life had I dreamed of something like this. Never in my life had I thought about that, much less had my body been like this before.

Castle Soniva, Summer Court Capital, Faerie Fawn This time I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I was in a winter wonderland of snow and freezing my ass off. I was following a pregnant woman through a trail of snow-capped trees, and it was as if I were a ghost just watching because she couldn't see me. She looked exactly like me and instinctively I knew she was my mom and that I was that huge baby bump. She broke through the woods into a large clearing where armies of fae were fighting.

It rolls off of me like a dense fog, ebbing past the limits of my own consciousness to delve through the mating bond and track Ella. Dreams are strange this way: both closer to and more distant from reality, so that our souls can join when the Goddess’s power is at its peak, even as doors to fantastical and surreal worlds swing wide. I don’t know where my mate is, but as long as she is also in the realm of dreams, I know I can find her.

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”

Just for a second. Because he wasn’t entirely wrong. She remembered the strange dreams she’d been having lately—visions of dark forests, silver moons, whispers calling her name. She’d thought it was stress. Or too many late-night fantasy binge reads. But now, those dreams felt like memories surfacing from somewhere ancient, primal. Still, she wasn’t about to let him off the hook. “Don’t talk to me like you know me,” she snapped. “You don’t. You’re just some... some bloodsucking control freak who thinks fate gives him ownership over women.”