In Your Dreams Holden Rhodes Novels & Stories

I could hear him clearly…Hayden… I bet I’m going crazy with my wanting and yearning for him. Shamelessly, I’m having these dirty dreams of him coming to me and pleasuring me with his hands. Even in my sleep, I wanted him to touch and love me. I’m moaning louder now as my body started to writhe and respond to his passionate touch and caresses. It feels so good, I don’t ever want to wake up from this dream. If I don’t ever wake up, will Hayden be with me forever?

As the coaster climbed toward the top, I opened my eyes and reached over for my girlfriend's hand. What I saw was her fingers laced through my best friend's. Her thumb moved slowly across the back of his hand. A signal. Steady. I've got you. "Avery, I'm scared," I said quietly. She didn't answer me. She only held on to him tighter. Avery has a hearing impairment. Her left ear doesn't pick things up clearly. But every time the three of us went anywhere, she kept him on her right, tilting her head up to catch him, answering every single thing he said. I stood on her left, and it was like standing on the other side of a galaxy. The coaster started down again, and I closed my eyes, and m

Scarlett a young maiden from Texas encounters a man, Oliver who is also from Texas, at the end of a vacation in Denver. She captures photos in a park and takes an unexpected detour on the way home to San Antonio. Oliver's flight is delayed and misses another moment with her. She flees to the northeast in search of a real Autumn and Winter which beloved Texas lacks. Will Oliver join her and be the man she is looking for?

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

I dreamed about Patricia smiling while she shot at our ambulance. I dreamed about Matthew lying dead in a hospital somewhere. When I woke up, I wasn't sure if the dreams were memories or just dreams. The next morning, I went to an internet café. I wanted to research my own life. Find out what was true and what was fake. I searched for "Adeline Rhodes." Nothing. I searched for "Blake Rhodes." Lots of results. Blake was a wealthy businessman from Texas. Married to Adeline Rhodes. So at least I was really married to him.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

“In my dreams, it always ended with you, crying your heart out. In your hand, you were holding a bloody sword. Blood trickled down into the snow. And the next thing I saw, blood came out from your eyes, nose, mouth and ears.” I hugged myself to stop shivering. “That was your dream?” he asked. I nodded curtly. “It was.” “What about the other part?” “It was a woman who almost looked like a goddess. You two were sharing your plans and even…even planned to…reject your mate when you found her.” He sucked in a breath. “There must be some kind of explanation to that, Your Highness. I don't think there was one. Iow about you? Do you have dreams about me? About my memories?”

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

All Holly wanted to do was retreat to her room and sleep for a few more hours. When she woke up, at around 4pm, the house appeared to be empty. She checked, and her dad’s car was gone from the driveway. Now that she was feeling better and was all alone in the house, there seemed to be only one thing on her mind. Sex. During her nap she had a dream about Clara the girl she has met last night. The girl still had a lot to learn, but Holly could not take her large breasts off her mind and their make out session..

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.