Innocent Dream Novels & Stories

The one woman who never pursued him owned his every thought, every dream, even his instincts. "I promise I will be faithful to you and love you unconditionally," he confessed in a quiet murmur, hoping she oculd hear him in her dream. "Just be mine." He wanted nothing else. Just her. Only her. He brushed a gentle kiss against her lips, brief and soaking with intimacy. If he had managed to leave even the smallest mark on her heart, if he meant to her even a fraction of what she meant to him, that would be more than enough.

I state sarcastically 'Even though I broke the trust I don't want to be with him and after finding out he's practically a gangster it's all the more reason for me to run for the hills this isn't just some fairytale it's a bloody nightmare', I huffed walking up the stairs not bothering to finish this conversation too tired to deal with him.

But today , somewhere in the middle of the night , he falls asleep. But even in the sleep , the thoughts of Madin don't leave him alone , dreaming of the impossible. Dream☆☆☆☆●☆☆☆☆ His dream takes him back to when Madin and him realised their feelings for each , when his father allowed him to be with Madin but marry another woman. That woman in his dream__ her face is not clear to him. After marrying her, he never touches , spending all nights with Madin in his chambers while he forbid the woman from ever stepping a foot near his chambers.

Make the world be at peace with Myanmar! I am dead. And I am no longer aware of what’s happening in the world today, but this girl from the television, I salute her. She is beautiful and fearless. Out of nowhere the light turns back on. I know for sure it is just Irina moving around the house. The television shuts down and a song begins to play. Dream, dream, dream. When I want you in my arms. Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. I listen to the song thinking I should visit her in her dreams tonight.

Dion was narrating a poem of his own composition, with the words provided like sing-along lyrics: | My Dream Girl | My dream girl’s no distressed damsel or princess in a tower She can be as tough as a gangster and a crybaby later She’s not a prisoner but her parents’ sweet loving daughter She’s buddies with the fire-breathing monster. (Heck, it’s her personal bouncer.) | She’s no game for the player or trophy for the hunter I can’t ask her to lay down her hair so I can use it as a ladder Simply put, she’s already the winner and I’m the loser She deserves someone better and I just gotta keep trying harder.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

~MERRY POV~ Justin, a competent police officer, and I had been spending hours together. I told him about a dream I had, where a man was driving a car under the influence of alcohol and ended up crashing into a petrol pump, causing a fatal accident. Justin took my statement and closed the case. He is an excellent detective who often handles investigations independently, and he's willing to risk his safety to apprehend suspects. It may sound peculiar, but my ability to dream has helped Justin solve many cases in the past. Together, we've caught many criminals, thanks to my dream ability.

My name is Aubrey James, I grew up in a place where I never wanted to be. A place that I can never call a home, where I only exist as everyone's chess piece and a bargaining chip. A place where I was never seen as a human but a tool, a tool they can use for their profit and I'm nothing but a living doll.

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

Jenny 'what he wants to take me on a date, wow this is great he is super hot and if lucky I can finally have sex I have not had sex since a year since I break up with my last boyfriend well he couldn't even satisfy me, I hope he can' Lauren, on the other hand, when sees her reaction of drooling with a fantasy going in her mind he is surprised to see that this officer Jenny is a pervert but he likes it as he won't be alone tonight, but he decides to play with her a little. Lauren "Haha, I am just Joking Officer Jenny I came here so that you could help me register my bike." Hearing Lauren's answer officer Jenny's dream shattered and it looked like she lost her soul but she came back to her ori