Jealous Dreams Novels & Stories

“—Jenny, put that gun down!” “Jenny!” “You are doing too much to me! I endured, I followed everything you wanted, but what else is missing?!” “Jenny, give me the gun.” “—Don't come any closer.” “I said, don't come any closer—” “J-Jenny… .” ******* "—Jeff—" "Jenn!" I turned my seat because of my dream. I didn't realize that I fell asleep. "What happened?' I asked Lie in surprise. “You fell asleep, and I think you had a dream because you called your ex-husband's name,” she explained, and it was as if she were jealous because of her face. The expression was serious and her forehead was furrowed.

"We'd love to hear all about it but we need you to be comfortable first. So now that we've achieved that, you can tell us all about it." I looked at Juss and frowned. "Actually,I've been having this dream for quite a while now. This is by no means the first time." "Okay....." "And in the dreams, I'm always fighting with you. We're usually quarreling about something I can’t actually lay a hand on; different locations, different attires and different days but the same amount of anger and disappointment." She looked frozen for a while so I rushed to add. "I don't know what it means."

"No, it’s not Axel— that wouldn't have been a problem. It's Bella, my… dead mate. Though she only visits my dreams, it still worries me; I hadn't dreamed about her in years, and all of a sudden she is all I dream about, and in this dream... it's always like we were still together, just how it had been before she died." "Thane, I trust you. I know you don't love her, and it's just the deities trying to mess with your head, but I know you love me, and I love you too. The fact that you see your dead mate in your dreams doesn't mean a damn thing." I assured him. Yes, I felt jealous that he dreamt of another woman; I could swallow that down because I knew he didn't want to. It just... happens, an

he murmured. Petal pursed her lips. “I think…” she breathed confused herself, “I think I am having nightmares.” Dread’s gaze sharpened. He inched closer to her, “You should be dreaming about me. How dare a nightmare replace it?” Petal rolled her eyes. This man could be jealous of dreams and nightmares too. “So a nightmare is a good thing if it is you in there?” He smirked, “Yeah, a lycan chasing after a goddess in the woods and then we make out in…”

“Hey, Miss Dreamer, what’s up?” “Don’t you dare call me that!” she grumbled, clearly still on edge from the bizarre experience. Jean raised an eyebrow. “My case is getting far from normal, you know? I swear I saw the guy from my dream earlier. I talked to him for real, but my mind keeps telling me it was just another dream. Isn’t that insane?” “Yes, you are crazy, maybe,” Jean said teasingly, “But seriously, come back to reality, okay? I think you need a break from all this dreamy stuff.”

It's as if we're trapped in a never-ending competition, fighting against an idealized version of our fears. As jealousy courses through our veins, it can bring out our most irrational behaviors and thoughts. We may obsessively check our partner's messages, doubt their intentions, and question our own worthiness. The very essence of jealousy is the belief that someone else possesses what we lack, and it's a tormenting thought that can tear us apart.

“Number one: I’ve had sex in public areas. Number two: I’ve done a threesome. Number three: I’ve dreamed about you—wild dreams, not innocent ones.” My entire body stills. I feel a rage within me, listening to her first two statements. Imagining Selena with someone else fuels a kind of jealousy I’ve never known before. The mere thought of another man touching her, seeing her naked, feeling the warmth and tightness of her pussy—it drives me insane. My jaw tightens, and I try to stay calm, but my hands tighten into fists. But then her last statement echoes in my head. She’s dreamed about me. And not just any dreams—wild ones.

I am sure that he will keep me up all night tonight because as much as I want her; he wants…no, needs her in his den. I don’t bother sleeping when I get home, but I meditate. I invade her dreams and see that she is already dreaming some spicy dreams about me, so I just nudge a little, adding some extra heat and a hint or two more kink. My jealousy doesn’t flare like it should when her dreams flash images of a little white and lavender haired Asian person under a shower. I do not know who that person is to her, or whether they are male or female, but I feel like I should know them. One thing is for certain, though. She will wake up craving my touch. I shower quickly and dress in my usual blac

Olivia managed to yell and as soon as she did, he emptied his sperm into her, with a satisfied smile on his lips. ***** Olivia woke up sweating profusely as if she just ran a long distance. Her heart was beating fast and she felt the space between her legs dripping wet. She just had a dream.. A dream that looks like reality. It felt as if it wasn't a dream. How can she dream of Joel having s*x with her? And she even squirmed in her pants.. Is she missing him that much that lead to the weird dream? What is wrong with her? Could the dream have been because of her, constantly thinking if him? It's true her mind is clouded with thoughts of him, but it hasn't resulted in her having s*x with him i

“Are you upset because I dreamt about Tim? Do you think I can control that?” “No!” he snapped. “I know that!” “You just said you understand—” “But I can’t control my jealousy either,” he cut in sharply. “I’m not angry—I’m jealous. Damn it, Rebecca. Why did you have to say his name in your sleep? Maybe because deep down, he’s still the one you’re looking for.” His jaw tightened. “Tell me… every time I touch you—are you thinking about him?” My lips parted in disbelief. “Wow… I can’t believe you just said that,” I said, shaking my head. “How could you even accuse me of something like that? Do you hear me calling his name when we’re together? You’re unbelievable.”