Fever Dream Novels & Stories

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.

"Davina! You're finally back with us. How do you feel?" "Tired," I admitted, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "But better. The fever's gone." I hesitated, then blurted out, "Devlin... I had the strangest dreams. I kept feeling... like Ezra was here. Holding me. And I kept calling his name." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, recalling the embarrassing confessions my fevered mind might have uttered.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

Perspiration escaped on my face as the same pictures came into my head, in my dream. I gasped out repeatedly as my head slipped from right then left. My eyes opened up widely. I sat upright as the breathing came out heavily. Gosh! It's morning. I tugged into my hair, wiped the balls of sweat on my forehead then I moved down to the bathroom silently as my roommates were still on bed. We were six in the room with three bunk bed attached to each angle of the room. The ceiling fan made the noise silently, and the morning cock crows loudly.

She had a difficult time telling if anything was real or if it was just a dream. When her fever was at its highest, she found herself soaked in her own sweat and her mind was in a flurry. Her speech was slurred, and she couldn’t think straight. The only thing that calmed her down was the light scent of honey and pine. She felt someone hold her hand while she struggled through the fever.

Hearing the cheerful question, Sung-ho replied blankly, "I'm good. How are you, Myung-dae?" Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this?' Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade...." Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought.

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

Ryan noticed it too. “What is it, Angel?” He prodded. “Maybe nothing. It’s just, when I was unconscious, during my ‘fever’ I had a dream. At least I thought it was a dream at the time. I could hear the Moon Goddess telling me to rest. She said she had big plans for me.” Kat related her dream. “I wrote it off, thinking I must have been delirious from the fever but now I don’t know. Maybe there was more to it.”

“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