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.

Was it a dream? ***

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.

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

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.