Have You Dreamed This Man Novels & Stories

But I was glad that it was just a dream. And then I heard it, the footsteps. Low, heavy, and steady coming towards my door. "Miss Dankworth, Jane?" His male voice which I couldn't mistake for anyone else. James Carville. I would prefer it if he just stopped calling me Mias Dankworth and just stick to Jane. I could tell from his voice that he didn't sleep a wink, softer than I'd ever heard it. Then the door opened, just enough for light from the hall to spill in. He was still in his black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his eyes scanning the room before finding me, and stopping.

For a moment I forgot that this man is a rapist who had raped me in my unconscious state. “Did you enjoy what you just see? Am I satisfying good looking enough?“ his deep voice startled me and I realised he is bottoming my jeans. What the fuck I’m thinking. I bite back my embarrassment squeak. For God’s shake Ella! This man has raped you. That dream has really happened.

To be honest, I have been dreaming about a man recently and it looks like I have had an encounter with him before. Wait! I have been having sleepless nights and also dreaming about a man. Oh, that's crazy. It was like I know him but I just can't remember where. And in my dream, the man looks furious and I could feel and sense the hatred he had toward me in that dream. Even right now, I can feel it. "Unfinished business," I muttered. That is what the man had been saying to me in my dream. Do I know him before? Are we business partners?

I nodded shakily, unsure of what all meant, but knowing that somehow, he was here. Different from the Talon I dreamed up. He was not the manifestation of a bite. “You summoned me to this world. Into this dream,” He said, stopping every thought in my head with his words but leaving just one question burning bright. Just who is this man and how is he capable of entering dreams?

Even though I know it is a dream and it is already over, his words keeps on playing in my head, all the events of the dream too keeps on showing vividly in-front of my eyes. Most people who believe in supernatural things will probably think this is the work of an incubus or some evil spirit of some sort but for me, that is something just ridiculous. I continue to tell myself it is nothing as a cool breeze caresses my skin which immediately lulls me back to bed. Author’s note; Is this getting interesting? Whom do you think the man in the dream is? Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I nodded, with a warm smile on my face. I watched him get up from bed, out on a shirt, and walked out of the room. I stared out of the window and noticed that it was the break of dawn. Now that I was alone, I couldn't help but think about the dream I had earlier. I wish I could actually tell what this dream was all about. Who was the man in my dreams, and what do we have in common? I hardly ever see things like this. Though it wasn't my normal vision, it was still very much important for me to know who that stranger hiding in the dark was. What if it's a new enemy?

He asked, and this time his firm voice was breaking silently. By his reaction, I knew he was worried and scared about my dreams, and that made me realize that what I dreamt were some parts of my lost memories. Which meant this man and I weren't what I thought. By his words, I recalled he called me wagered to him, which duty was to give him an heir. My eyes widened, and I stared at him with so many questions. “Wagered to you?” I asked and saw him gulp nervously. “You said that to me in my dream, so what does that mean?” I demanded, and he shook his head. “It's not what it seems to be, believe me.” He tried pleading with me, but I refused to believe him. There was something that didn't seem ri

Fortunately the spurt did not reach the man's face but instead wet the table. "You-what?" "Are you okay? What's wrong with you?" the man grumbled, stood up and took a rag in the kitchen. He wiped the table clean, returned the rag and sat down again. "Are you serious?" In Ha's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. "Of course, I am. Why?" The theory that all those who dream the same as her were real people, In Ha with wide eyes extended her hand. There was nothing wrong with that if it was just a coincidence. In Ha felt she has a good relationship with the Hunt's heir.

He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner. I looked up at him and choked out without believing it myself. “I don't know. But last night I dreamed that Laylan had met a man named Daemon.” I must have been convincing enough for Mitchell because I could see his eyes calm at my statement. I watched him as he walked around the couch and took a seat in the opposing recliner from Josh. We all talked about my dreams and what they could possibly mean though none of their ideas seemed to be to my liking. But I told them all about my dreams and even my vision that I had had as Josh and I were swimming. I told them all what all I had

he instigated and just as I wanted to refute his claim, he turned and sashayed out of the kitchen just the way he had come in I hated when he made such assertions because I don't believe in such. My mind went to the dreams that haunt my sleep every night. Most nights I see this man with slicked black hair and sea-green eyes with his build like that of a God. He would smile down at me and just as he would be about to tell me something, I would be snatched out of the world to my reality. And in these cases when I wake up, I always had this deep feeling that I knew him somehow but I can't pinpoint why because am certain I have never met such a person all my life. On the other hand, I would drea