Fundy X Dream Novels & Stories

he hopped in the car with such urgency Sam could only nod at his statement, totally puzzled by his normal reaction. He glanced back for the last time at the car on explosion along with eight people, the red flames flickering from it to the blue sky.Elrod hurriedly moved his hands from the brunette's breasts as soon as he understood over the loud noise who had come here in the club. He entered a twenty thousand won in her panties and gives a pat at her buttocks. He pointed someone behind to stop the music sound box and made a whistle by his mouth loud enough to hear for everyone to be quiet

His eyes locked on my bare skin—smooth, unmarked, flawless. My lips curled in a cold smile. "Do you see now, Mr. Kinsey? There is no birthmark. I am not Arden." Wayne froze, disbelief etched on his face. "How… how could that be…" Vincent's patience snapped. "You have your answer, Wayne, and now, it's my turn to settle the score. You've harassed my cousin more than once, and now you even laid hands on her. You'll pay for this."

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

From now on, I was living for myself. I opened Sean's chat and typed: [After watching the northern lights, I still want to see penguins in Antarctica.]

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as the warm spray of the shower rained down on me. My whole body felt alive, buzzing with nervous excitement, like I had butterflies fluttering in my stomach that refused to settle. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was the night. Tonight I was going to give Cole something he had only ever dared to whisper in a drunken haze. Tonight, his secret fantasy would finally come true.

That was what he was supposed to have done, why was I supposed to be the one doing it? After some couples of minutes we spent strolling around the beach, we both ended up sitting at a spot that was near the sea. It was so easy to watch how the sea flaps its arms against itself right in the distance. “You know, a day after you left I had a dream.” Jason said, and I was surprised. I didn’t know anything about it. “Really?” “Yes. I saw both of us sitting by the beach exactly this way. You had your head resting on my shoulder while I kept on fondling with your hands. It was a sweet dream I wished I wouldn’t wake up from that day. It was what inspired this trip.”

Edward said, staring out at the sea. "And that's enough," I murmured. The ferry groaned as it cut through the waves, and the lights of the island slipped further and further into the dark. But inside me, something lit up instead. Not hope. Not yet. Something hotter. A spark. Of fury. Of grief. Of love. Of defiance. And I swore to the sea, to the sky, and to the storm still chasing us from behind. This isn't the end. This is where it begins. But none of us really knows what will come into our lives next.

Xyla, on the other hand, switched on Fred’s phone and went through all the SMS for his spendings in detail. She realised that in Fred’s messages, there were records of him spending money at Dreamland Casino everyday. What was more, those expenses were all very shocking. Judging from that, he was a gambling addict. Immediately, Xyla got an idea. She looked at him and said, “Fred loves to visit Dreamland Casino and he will go there to gamble everyday. As for today, he’s out of juice but I’m certain that he will be there tomorrow. His records were all in the afternoon so tomorrow afternoon, you should go there and wait for him straight away.”

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.

Their connection felt profound, as if they were two souls intertwined since birth, destined to support and understand each other through life's journey. On the other side of this intricate dream tapestry, Xender's eldest son, Xavier's counterpart, was also lost in slumber, unaware of the mirrored dreamscape unfolding simultaneously. Within his dream, he found himself standing in an entirely different house, a place that radiated an air of familiarity and warmth, much like his own home. The dream home, belonging to Xavier, captivated Xender's son with its cozy ambience and comforting hues.