Forbidden Dreams Novels & Stories

Because Dante wasn’t even on top of me. Fuck! So it was just a fucking dream. But what kind of dream is this? Why the hell out of all possible dreams should I be dreaming about getting fucked by the one person I definitely shouldn’t want? Why? Because honestly, getting fucked by my ex-girlfriend's uncle would be the most forbidden thing I've ever done. And how much could I have been craving this sex to have dreamed about it so vividly, to the point of almost feeling like I was being penetrated? The thought had barely settled in my head when Dante’s voice rang out again from beside the bed;

“It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said. “Do you guys even know why it’s called a Forbidden promise?” Albert asked. “It’s forbidden for the parents to promise their child those kinds of promises.” Amana answered but Albert shook his head and chuckled. “It’s called forbidden because you can’t have it if it’s not running through your blood. It’s not the same as the ordinary promises, there are rules in giving your child a promise. You promise them a power but you also have to promise them a weakness but on forbidden promises you can only inherit what your parents have and the weaknesses are not planned. Forbidden promise users are e

His hair was damp as his toned stomach with eight-pack abs were shining because of sweat. I took cautious steps as I approached him. Even though I hadn't locked the door… I hoped he wouldn't just walk in so casually. I used to be quite childish back in the province, but after he brought me here, I became more careful about how I should behave. I'm cautious about showing my true nature because I'm afraid of his reaction—afraid to be scolded. It felt like his eyes, like that of a hawk, were often fixed on me, waiting for me to make a mistake.

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /

I could rinse away every trace of it from my body, but never from my mind. The dreams came every night without fail, ever since my eighteenth birthday. At first, I told myself it was my imagination some cruel trick of my lonely mind, desperate to feel wanted when no mate had appeared. But as the months dragged on, the dreams didn’t fade. A full year of relentless, fevered torment, whispering reminders of what I didn’t have. It felt less like fantasy and more like fate mocking me the unwanted little omega wolf who was never meant to be claimed.

Everyone tried to comfort me, saying, "It's your idea. Nobody can really steal it from you." But Wendy, standing in the corner with red eyes and a trembling smile, said softly, "So this is Kate's dream wedding... I won't take it, then. But, if it's not too much to ask, can I come see it in person on the big day? It's just so beautiful." All her envy and disappointment showed through. Jason, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up and said in a strangely calm voice, "Kate, why don't you just let her use the design?"

My pussy throbbed, and it was really aching and feeling empty, and fresh wetness leaked out as I shifted positions. Having a wet dream of Marcus was so wrong and very forbidden, and of course he was the one person I couldn't have fantasies of. He had adopted me when I was just a little helpless girl, after my parents had passed away. He had raised me like I was his very own daughter. My adopted mom, who was actually his late wife, had loved me very deeply, and the whole family had always seen me as theirs. If anyone ever knew I was having dreams like this about him, they would be horrified about it and even rebuke me. I felt guilty just thinking about it, but no matter how many times I told

“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 words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

“You should be because when all this finally comes to an end, you might be in the wake of a nightmare you will never wake up from.” “Now, stop!” Adnan yelled, wondering when his son had gone crazy. Perhaps the punishment was finally getting to his senses. He made an immediate mental note of what would happen to him if his only son finally went mentally deranged but he cursed the thought and pushed it aside quickly. Adnan furrowed his brows in frustration, "Liam, I've told you before, there is no such thing as a 'mate'. You are not going to ruin your life over a myth. You need to listen to me."

But he didn't want anyone else to know that he would remember it. This was the man who had invaded his dreams, who had given him wet dreams, the man who had turned him into something else through his dreams. Something he could not help but openly admit to himself that he wanted for real. He wanted that experience, that touch, to be dominated by only one person, and that person was standing in front of him, devouring him with his eyes.