George X Dream Novels & Stories

God, please don't ever wake me up if this is just a dream. The sound of Xander's car horn brought Angel out of her stupid daydream. She was still waiting on the sidewalk until Xander's car disappeared around the corner. A second later she groaned softly while rubbing her lips, which felt hot. Her lips felt heavy and had a hint of whiskey from Xander's tongue. Her cold and stiff boss suddenly turned warm to her. She had to thank Ellena for lending her that sexy tight dress. Xander no longer found her boring and too formal, instead he found her sexy and hot.

I subtly pushed the gurney forward. “No!” “Stop!” Serena and Quinn cried out simultaneously. “Sophia, listen to me. Wheel him out, and I’ll agree to whatever you want!” Serena pleaded, her voice strained as she bit her lip. “Mom, I’ve spent so many years with Lannister. I know him best. Let him leave peacefully now. I can’t bear it either, but we can turn his ashes into a ring or necklace and keep him close as if he’s still with us.” I shook my head, pretending to look at Lannister with a sorrowful gaze.

Inside the room, Dante, Glory and George were already sleeping. "Hi, guys. Are you guys sleeping?" Prince Xander asked to be sure again. "I didn't sleep, Prince. I just closed my eyes." Suddenly, George got up and said as he leaned back on the bed. "Mr. George? Are you sick?" Prince Xander asked when he saw George's dispirited face. George shook his head. "No, Prince. I'm not sick. I just feel a little tired. Maybe because I was too excited to party earlier," said George with a smile.

" Aahhhh... " Braze moaned as his eyes slowly opened. " Mira??? " He extended his hands to touch her skirt but then he looked around and realised the reality. He had passed out naked and was clad in borrowed underwear. They were stinky. " Come on... Speak up. How long are you going to pretend to not wake up? I know you can hear me. " Xen was at it again. George was handing upside down now. It was Xen's doing and he would not take a 'no' for an answer. George had not spoken a single word. Neither did he open his eyes.

George was terrified that it had all been just a dream. He feared that Rhea would still be with Carter when he opened his eyes. Rhea's heart skipped a beat for no reason. She couldn't tell if it was pity or something else, but she lifted her hand and gently brushed his eyes. "Didn't sleep well?" Her touch sent a jolt through George's chest. His voice was still husky as he said, "I didn't sleep at all." Rhea took a slow breath. "Get some sleep, then."

its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so. I have had tons of dreams before but this one just seemed too off, too scary, too real. I am really over thinking this, maybe I should just stop worrying so much. Its just a dream. "Where did you get that" she yelled out of nowhere making me flinch a little. "Get what?" I asked "That" she pointed to my wrist where my silver bracelet sat. "Oh, it was a birthday gift" "Its beautiful" she held my arm, staring awestruck at the thing.

I am a monster from your dreams' George thought. "Think again, I can give you what you crave the most. I can give you the woman of your dreams" George let his words hang between them. He knows it's an empty promise. He is using his words carefully. He is not promising that he would definitely give Nyra to Christopher. He is not even using Nyra's name. He is just saying, I can, which is a half-truth. He can give Nyra to Christopher if Drake is not in the picture or if they are not after her powers.

Sigrid sputtered, "Are you out of your mind? Absolutely not! In your dreams!" George raised his eyebrows and held her in his arms. He asked in a low voice, "How is this a dream? Then why don't we try it tonight? While we are doing it, I'll put the doll right beside us and you can pick up some tricks." Sigrid gritted her teeth, her face beet red. Why was George's mind always filled with all these erotic thoughts? Even someone as pure as her was already corrupted by him! "So, what do you say?"

George nodded his head and left his office, bumping into Tyler and Leandro outside. He did not want Clara to see Jack again because he knew Jack's appearance had only make Clara restless. "What's George doing here? I thought they were all on a contract basis now?" Tyler asked as soon as he stepped into his brother's office. George, Killian and Luke would only appear if Xane had important conference meetings to attend or a business-firm party. "Yeah. George came back to help me with something else," Xane's eyes were still fixated on the laptop, working on a new coding since this morning.

I was here for him. The dress was a weapon. Midnight silk that clung in places memory used to, a slit that whispered of sin, a neckline that left little to imagination, and yet, somehow, everything. My hair fell in soft waves, the kind that begged to be touched, and my lips were painted the color of defiance, deep crimson. I looked around for a few minutes and had a sip from my champagne glass. And then I saw him. Lawrence Dankworth, in his black tailored suit, was standing near the center of the room as if it were built around him. He spoke with a senator, his smile precise, his posture iron. Untouchable. Unshakable. Handsome and dangerous.