Fem Dream Novels & Stories

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then his expression shifted. More serious. “You didn’t sleep again.” It wasn’t a question. Freya stared into the steam curling from her cup. “I tried.” But every time she closed her eyes lately, strange things happened. Dreams that felt too real. A woman laughing beneath sunlight. Warm hands against Eros’s face. A voice whispering promises beneath moonlight. None of it made sense. And the worst part? The emotions felt real too. Not imagined. Remembered.

I added. “In it? As in—” “It was a threesome,” I blurted out, While Stefan looked puzzled, Damon didn't seem bothered by it, “You knew?” “Yes, you're a succubus, it's a part of who you are,” “So it happened?” “Yes, and No, we are effective through dreams, that is your fantasy. You went to bed with a yearning, and that's how accidentally tap into ours,” “So I lost my virginity in a dream?”

She explained. “When I started getting the visions. Were they real-time? And was I only getting them because Tiberius is my mate?” I continued to probe her, wanting all the answers I could get from her. “No.” She stated. “No? Okay, so if being his mate isn’t why I was getting those visions, and I can enter his dreamscape, what is? Because I’m a Berardi even if I don’t have a drop of magic in my blood?” I asked, hands on my hips getting agitated.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

Fiona had awakened that morning, feverish with arousal from the wild dream of her intense sexual exploration with Colt. Trying not to think about her dreams, she shut her eyes close, trying to shut him out of her mind while trying to fill her head with thoughts of the project she brought back home for the weekend. Her body was filled with intense longing and urgency for a climax. She was plagued by feverish dreams of Colt and her making love at the office with files scattered all around.

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.

she asserts and throws her inside the pit. "Noo" the female yells and jerks open her eyes realizing that it's just a dream. "Not again" she adds and throws her headlamp at the wall. How can I be having these evil dreams every night? Who is this female? What have I done to her? She breaths ruffling her hair. "Please leave me. I know you can hear me cause if you can infiltrate my dreams then I know you're close by. Please stop tormenting me. I did nothing wrong to you. All I want is for you to leave that male alone. Please leave us alone."

Like some essential part of me was missing, left behind in the dream. "Pregnancy hormones," I told myself, even though it was too early for that. Dr. Rhodes had said some women experienced vivid dreams during fertility treatment. Totally normal. Except the dreams kept getting more intense. By day ten, I was dreaming every night. Running, hunting, the forest alive around me. And there was always someone else there a presence I couldn't quite see but could feel. Large, powerful, protective. Watching me from the shadows. Day twelve, I woke up at three in the morning with my hand pressed against the window, staring at the moon. I had no memory of getting out of bed.

“First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured. “All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.