Forbidden Dreams Novels & Stories

Like I'd just finished running a marathon, and had nothing left to give. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling so, so guilty of what I'd just done... But if Daddy was allowed to have his fantasies, then so was I. Wasn't I? It didn't actually mean anything. No more than his own fantasies did, about me. It was just an innocent little bit of fun. The fact that it would be so wrong, if we ever did it for real... that just made it all the more exciting to imagine, was all. The thrill of the forbidden, the taboo... It was perfectly natural, really. Nothing to be ashamed about. Just an extra bit of naughty excitement... just a fantasy, not anything either of us would ever actually do for real.

She added. And then she look at him. “You don’t know who he is?” she slowly asked and i shake my head. “Newspaper, news, you don’t read it” She pushed. “Well, it best you not knowing and he actually asked for a second meeting” She added. “You are going to be rich, just don’t fall in love, remember, you are not allow emotional attachment” She says, giving me a pill. “Attachment” I whispered. “How do I not love someone who makes my whole body feel incredible, who know how to subdue it” I asked myself. I got home and all I could think about was his touch, my body slams the bed and I scream into my pillow.

The command. She swallowed and sat up straighter. “I think Steinbeck’s talking about repression, not discipline.” A murmur of interest stirred in the classroom. Lucien’s eyebrow arched—subtle, pleased. “Go on,” he said, and now his voice was lower. Isabella was already warm under her sweater. “Repression is pretending the desire doesn’t exist. Discipline is knowing exactly what you want and still choosing not to touch it.” Lucien paused. Held her gaze. His jaw shifted—his only tell. It was so slight, but she saw it. She felt it.

“And I hate the friend that it makes me that being with you is becoming a bigger concern.” I meet his warm brown eyes that are filled with so much sadness and confusion. “I know. I knew this was fucking dangerous.” He grimaces. “Going down this road with you.” He clears his throat. “I spent so many years just focusing on being a good father only to finally be ready for more with a woman and it’s...you.” He chuckles darkly. “Which probably negates everything.”

And every single time, they revolved around the same man. It was infuriating. Jade exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if it would dispel the lingering images. ‘It’s just a dream,’ she told herself. ‘Nothing more. He’s not even real.’ The idea of being involved with someone like him—an unattainable, married man—was laughable. She wasn’t foolish enough to entertain such fantasies, let alone allow them to affect her waking life. But the intensity of the dreams made it difficult to simply brush them off. She whispered to herself, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips,

Maybe I should follow that example. Maybe comfortable companionship beat gambling everything on a love that might shatter the second real politics got involved. My brain wouldn't shut up until exhaustion finally won. Even then, my dreams betrayed me—all brown eyes and careful touches, that voice promising to become the man I deserved. Dreams that made facing reality feel like swallowing glass.

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

He appeared to like it, playing with my hair and spinning my tresses around my mounds. He lifted me effortlessly and flipped me in a different angle for him to take me once more. And this way, we basked under the moonlight, enjoying each other and performing the sin that a maiden in Tuyi could be disowned for : pre-marital sex. And the worst thing: our relationship was forbidden because everyone in Tuyi considered him my brother-in-law. He sneaked into my room at night, owning me and making me want him more than ever. But in my heart, I know I would never get to be Mrs Lu. He was around my sister in the daytime, giving her all the comfort he could while making their wedding preparations, but

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.