Have You Dreamed This Man Novels & Stories

Surely I must either be in heaven or dreaming. The man is not wearing any shirt on his body and so I had the pleasure of staring at his fit body. He had eight packs and his muscles are stiff. It has always been one of my fantasies to be with a hulk man. And now that I am having this amazing dream, I will enjoy it. I pressed my face deeper into his chest and inhaled his scent. He smelled masculine, like a coffee. The sleeping man who had his hand wrapped around me held me tighter.

I felt so little and powerless,but I know it's a matter of time, they're all gonna be my dogs soon. "You know what those smokes are"? He asked, his tone asking and I shook my head, a flush started to appear on my cheek, spreading unrecognisable desire to my groin. Dreams have been constant in my sleep, that unknown huge man that eluded my sleep and took me ruthlessly has that close resemblance to this man, the tattoos, and the neck piercing.

I noticed that he seemed to be lying, he wouldn't say what they were doing there. "Uhmm..do you have any dreams to Freeda?" Enzo suddenly asked, I know he's changing the topic. "Hmm..yes I dreamed of terrible things, some is something horrifying, sometimes my grandmother appears, and that one dream that I will never forget is that a man kissed my lips," I said. He smiled and seemed to want to know my dreams. "Who is the man you dreamed of?" he asked and I noticed he was teasing, he thought maybe I was referring to Flynn.

he responded late. "Don't be afraid, I'm here" and someone pop up in the air made me scream. "Who are you?" I asked him, the man who's in a white costume thingy, but probably not it's something like traditional clothes. "It doesn't matter who I am, but I know you're suffering from some sort of nightmare." He replied as he goes down to the ground. "How'd you know?" Achlys was in my back slowly looking at the man. "Because I just know. But here's a piece of great news for you. Those nightmares will come to an end," he said and I breathe thankfully.

With one last stroke to my neck, he growled out; Mine! You are mine! ❀ Every night I always have this same dream about a mysterious man. It started when I clocked 18 a few months ago and ever since, it hasn't stopped. And the dream always ended with the same words 'You are mine!' and he would leave like he was blown by the wind. I let out a loud scream as a bucket of cold freezing water was poured down on my body. I jumped out of the bed fearfully staring at the furious figure before me with widened eyes.

"Dreams of a man, a stranger. He feels... dangerous." Her brow furrowed with concern, mirroring the turmoil that churned within me. "Tell me, Leo." As I recounted the vivid visions that had haunted my nights, her expression shifted from concern to a deep contemplation. When I finished, her gaze met mine, a blend of emotions swirling within their depths. "Leo, you must listen carefully," she began, her voice a gentle current that carried a weight of wisdom. "The man you've seen in your dreams, he is not an ordinary man. He is a carrier of darkness, a malevolent force that seeks to harm you."

The man in his mid-sixties replied. "I dreamt today." She said, with much hesitation. The man was taken aback by her words and thought, "Weird to have on the same day." "Isn’t Dan with you?" He asked, and she replied, after a few minutes of silence, "He is sleeping (paused) beside me." The old man deeply inhaled and asked, "Tell me, sweetheart." "I dream of my mother now," she said, with a tremble in her voice. "Oh," the man replied and maintained silence for a few minutes before getting up from the bed and going to his cupboard to pull out his suitcase. He pulled the hanging shirt and threw it into the suitcase.

"I think I'm the only one who thinks like that, to be honest when you mention your name, I'm sure you're the same person as the one in my dream yesterday" "dream? You mean you dream of someone you've never even met before?” Billy said. “Yeah, that's weird. I also can't believe that what's in my dream exists in real life." "Do you remember what your dream was?" "No, I don't remember how the dream went, but I remember everything in it and I remember in my dream, a man was crying hysterically because he saw me die" “Wait, does that mean you saw yourself die in your dream?” Billy said.

We were having lunch on the villa's terrace, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and the sound of fountains. "I keep having those dreams," I said, picking at my salad. "They're getting clearer. "His hand froze halfway to his mouth. "What kind of dreams?" "The man with dark hair. Last night, I could almost see his face. He was calling my name, but not Lila. He was calling me something else." He smiled, talking softly as though talking to a child. "Dreams aren't real, darling. They're just your injured mind creating fantasies." "But it felt so real. He was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach back. I wanted to go to him."

The men cheered him once again, he seemed to be a well known person in the tavern, probably because of the way money is highly spent whenever he's around. When his order arrived, he didn't waste anytime to gulp down a reasonable amount of the content in the Tankard. He slammed the Tankard hard of the table when he was done and belched loudly. "So Lucas was speaking of the wretched Ex wife of mine" he started raggedly. "Was I the one who asked the Lady to kill her so called precious heart with envy and jealousy? I have the right to celebrate all I care, in fact... Waiter!!!" The bartender came rushed in and Mr. mateo waved his fingers carelessly at him... "Ask the men what they want, serve th