Ink X Dream Novels & Stories

Damien's were gentler but insistent, tracing her curves and cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened into peaks. The dream escalated quickly, morphing into something wild and unhinged. They had her on a spreader bar, just like she'd fantasized Eli might be—her arms and legs forced apart, exposing her completely. She was naked, her skin tingling with anticipation, the air cool against her wetness. Zeke took charge, his large hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "You're ours now," he snarled, his voice echoing in her mind as he positioned himself behind her. Damien was in front, his lips on her neck, sucking and biting marks

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

He asked himself, shaking his head in exasperation. The girl with red hair has been appearing in his dreams. He has never had a chance to see her face. Every time he woke up from the dream, he would feel her presence in his room. It was a strange feeling but a good feeling too. He decided to take a shower because it helped his thoughts flow. He pressed a button, and the shower glass door slid open. He stepped into the shower, and turned the dial. His body tingled as the cold water cascaded down his body. He closed his eyes at the sound of the water plopping down on the ceramic floor. He can't take the picture of the redhead girl out of his mind.

Jaxon I wake up with my dick hard as steel, the image of Nina burned into my brain. Fuck. My skin’s slick with sweat, my sheets a twisted mess around my legs, and my breathing’s all over the place. The dream was so fucking vivid. I can still see her underneath me, her nails dragging down my back, her lips parted, that little gasp she always made when I was inside her. “Shit,” I mutter, dragging a hand over my face. I stare at the ceiling, my body still buzzing, the need to fuck her not fading one damn bit.

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 asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Damien told me once how to enter someone’s dreams, it was the day that I was pestering him with questions after he proved he was a demon by entering my own dreams and showing what he had done to Bradley and his friends. He said to focus on the person whose dreams you’re trying to enter and imagine that you were in their head.

in and out , I am just made of glowing dust , a glowing dusty figure to be specific , not like a human , like I am cosmic or mystic I don’t know it is just a dream right? I am floating in the air , sinking in the gloomy darkness yet so silent and I am only glowing and spreading dusty light here and there , for sure I wore nothing , yet I felt no shame , I loved it , as I felt free like I have never been ,but suddenly something attacked me !!! out of surprise , I screamed and hardly evaded it in the dark , but it came back quickly , I couldn't have seen it coming and it got me , it was again the brown crawlers of my nightmares , I was frightened as it was squeezing the hell out of me , I am

Valerose I was dreaming about Lexi again. She is all I dream about when I do dream. The dreams just keep getting better and better. I swear I can feel her every time I dream. I can smell her in the room. I’m in bed with her and we are making love. I’m not fucking her in this dream. I have fucked her plenty of times in other dreams. Not this night. Lexi is on my lap slowly riding me. My hands are firmly on her hips not doing anything but holding her. I’m letting Lexi take what she needs from me. She is wearing nothing but a sheer white teddy, her head is thrown back in ecstasy. Her sweet soft moans fill the room.

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.