Novel & Cerita Giai Kỳ Như Mộng

The sound of her voice, saying my name in the most sensual way, echoed in the depths of my subconscious, striking chords of longing that resonated throughout my being. I was like a teenager in the throes of puberty, unable to control the rush of newfound desires. The line between dream and reality blurred, the intensity of my longing for her manifesting in a physical response I couldn't ignore. My body reacted instinctively, growing more aroused as her image danced tantalizingly within my mind.

In every way that mattered. *I want to make excuses. Want to explain that I was confused, that I didn't understand what I was doing. But that would be a lie. I knew exactly what I was doing. I chose comfort over growth. Chose fantasy over reality. Chose selfishness over the mate the Moon Goddess gave me.*

Enchantment. That’s what I feel every night as I drift off to sleep, as if the skies were awake, the moon was watching, and the celestial bodies resonate in my once upon a time. The dream was hazy but fascinating. However, even if I tried my hardest, I can’t remember anything once I open my eyes.

Was I dreaming? The world around me felt surreal, like a hazy fog had descended upon reality. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and dread. Just a few hours ago, we were filled with joy, discussing baby names and envisioning the perfect nursery. The nightmare of Jenna's death seemed like it was finally coming to conclusion, and we could move on from all of it. Everything was supposed to be fine. But then, in a split second, it all came crashing down.

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.

I smiled, causing her to somehow shiver. “My lady, I don't know what you mean but even though I failed to notice, I know that love in this place is never change!” She go away in her dreaminy face, sighing in her heart as if remembering something so good she can't get off her mind. I shook my head, and somehow understand her reaction right now. I can't believe it...” I murmured. “I'm perhaps having a nightmare!” Misty shut off from her dreamy-state, curious eyes fall into me. She said, almost causing my eyes to rolled out, “My lady, you can't having a nightmare. That's not the usual, and so dangerous to even think of-”

I moaned loud, my hormones were out of control and I could feel my liquid oozing out along with blood down there, My period self wasn’t cooperating with my real feelings, “Ar-mando, s-stop... for the sake of m-me,” I gasped due to my heart pumping like a wild animal, I could feel my mind cursing me but I couldn’t prevent myself from his touch, I needed it, maybe, “But you don’t need it from him!” my mind barked

I don’t know how it will go but I hope it isn’t going to fuck me up due to my stupid period… I fell asleep without any type of dream but it was even scarier since I could hear the voices appear once again. I couldn’t make out what they were saying to me but I was too scared to even figure it out. I felt like I was curled up into a ball and I was being looked at by them.

Galen lets out a soft groan and pushes his hand through his hair. "I can see you thinking about it already"He says playfully. I’m more than thinking about it. I can vividly imagine it. I can feel it. Galen has been the bane of my existence with this buzzing electrifying spark of want and desire between us sex dreams about him were like a welcome fantasy. Some nights I have vivid dreams about some rough, unknown man filling my mouth and throat. I can’t see anything. I can’t hear anything except for his groans.

But I didn’t want to learn it since I had no powers. I tried to interact with what I was seeing, throwing a punch and even trying to kick the woman, but it was like I was a ghost in this dream. I hate feeling useless. I feel that way when I’m awake since I’m the human in the pack. And now I’m useless even in my dreams. So annoying.