Ink X Dream Novels & Stories

He chuckled and admitted that it was probably overkill, since New York didn’t harbor the big bad bears and other beasts to the extent Montana did, but it was better to be safe than sorry. His explanation was enough to get me to relax and allow my body to heal through sleep. In truth, I wasn’t in a hurry to wake up. My dreams had changed quite a bit since the attack. They were still filled with Marc, but, instead of us always making love, there were outings, dinners, and long walks in the woods tossed into the mix. Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua.

"Molly, if he's your mate, you have to be careful. You should reject it! You can't let a man who was just your mother's suitor, an old dude, become your everything. It's scandalous! It's messy! Your the Alpha’s child…" A bitter laugh escaped my lips, and a tear pricked the corner of my eye. "Reject it? Elara, it's not that simple. It's not just a feeling. It's... it's physical. Every night, when the house is quiet, I have these... dreams. Wet,-aching dreams about him. About his hands, his scent, the way he looks at me."

His eyes locked on my bare skin—smooth, unmarked, flawless. My lips curled in a cold smile. "Do you see now, Mr. Kinsey? There is no birthmark. I am not Arden." Wayne froze, disbelief etched on his face. "How… how could that be…" Vincent's patience snapped. "You have your answer, Wayne, and now, it's my turn to settle the score. You've harassed my cousin more than once, and now you even laid hands on her. You'll pay for this."

I was determined to capture as much of the dream as possible, knowing that the memories would fade quickly if I didn't write them down. Myles. Myles is the only name that I could think of and nikau of course. Besides nikaus name in my journal, I drew a couple of hearts. I needed to get back into my dream In order to know more about Myles nikau and the other werewolves. But I knew that I cannot get back into my dream because I was already asleep for 3 days. if I get back into my dream there is a high chance that I might not wake up again.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

“Maybe if I can remember more of my dream, I’ll be able to trigger something. It’s the only way I can figure this out.” Jean nodded. “Okay, let’s try another session.” Cara closed her eyes and tried to relax, focusing on the last dream she could remember. Slowly, the dream world began to take shape. In her dream, she found herself walking hand in hand with a boy down a narrow, winding path. The landscape around them was filled with thick trees, and the air was heavy with the scent of the forest. The path was rough, and though she hoped they were heading toward a peaceful place, they only seemed to be getting more lost. She couldn’t remember how long they had been walking, or how they had end

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

But her skin was flushed, and her nipples… He blinked away gently, directing his gaze to meet hers. Then he tilted his head sideways, a dark smile curling at the corner of his lips. “Hello, little bird. Did I end a dream?” Dream? Kira looked around, her breath heavy and uneven as she tried to process every thought. So it was a dream? Was the scene with Damian, Ryker, and Alex all a dream? The one where they were licking on her skin, dragging her nipples, and kissing her mouth was all a dream?

Watching, staring at me with hunger and knowing look in his eyes and In my dreams he would stand close. Close enough that I could feel the heat, his breath, the graze of his finger on my skin, and I’d wake up panting, with my heart racing and my body humming and wet between my thighs. It’s like he’s cast a spell on me with those enchanting eyes of his. Because why the hell am I having lusty sex dreams about him, ones that leaves me wanting, panting and in heat for him with soaked panties every morning. Every time i wake up soaked and panting I tell