Layla Dream Leaks Novels & Stories

All the while, his sweet words of encouragement floated down to my ears, combinin with my cries of ecstasy as the pressure within built until it broke into a million pieces. His own cries of fulfillment filled the air as he released his seed and then lay down against my back. When he recovered, he stood up and eased imself away from me. I bit the sheet to silence my moan of disappointment as he withdrew. Surely Kenley had had more duties than just this? And that's when realization hit me. I was not unique. I was just a new lass to im. I was just— "Lay on yer back, Laila, and I will clean ye."

Was this a dream or reality? “I will stay, sweetheart. The doctor’s here.” Iris released him reluctantly. She could sense the doctor checking her and injecting her with a sedative. The dream ended as she went into a deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, it was evening, and there was no sign of Maddox anywhere. He had gone with the dream. Only the promise he had made in her dream replayed in her mind like a broken record. It wasn’t surprising. Dreams were never meant to materialize- especially the reckless ones. Maddox was a dream, and he could never be hers in this life.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true." Silence fell for a moment. Only the rain filled the space. Then Lily smiled slowly. She leaned forward. "Emma. We have suspected for months. We've seen the way you blush when certain scenes come up in our book club readings. The way you get quiet and dreamy when we talk about power dynamics. We have been waiting for you to trust us enough to say it out loud."

Lily said while avoiding her sister’s worry filled eyes. "No reason. Are you kidding me? I know it's just a dream but it is the same dream on a loop. You wake up every night screaming. Do you know how it will affect your health?" asked Layla in frustration with Lily’s denial. "I can't help it. It felt so real" Said Lily shivering with just a thought of it. "What happened today? Were you able to see them?" asked Layla curiously. "Nope. It was the same situation. It was too dark. I couldn't see their faces" replied Lily honestly.

But he didn’t need her name tag to know who she was. “Twenty-one years old. High school dropout. You live in a trailer with your father and sister.” Layla’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he sensed her anger. “Have you been stalking me?” she hissed. Dylan snickered. He gave his Beta a look that shut him up before he returned his attention to the human. “No, I haven’t been stalking you,” he said, but he could tell he had already lost the momentum. Layla's anger had grown at an alarming rate, eclipsing even the sweet scent of her arousal.

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

Her words cut like balm and blade both. Later, curled between the children’s warm bodies, Sienna reached for her phone. A new message blinked on the screen. Layla. Her thumb hovered before opening it. “I’m coming over tomorrow. It’s about Leo. Everything you think you know about him might be a lie.” Her heart lurched violently. Down the hall, Adrian sat awake, silent resolve etched into every line of him. Across the city, Leo paced like a predator, obsession spiraling.

] [Can't you do this for me? I sent a bunch of text making Layla speechless. Finally, Layla relented. [Layla: Aghh! Fine! I'll show you my talent in cooking!] [Don't poison me.] [Layla: *crying emoji* I'll do my best.] I smiled in triumph. Layla was weak to guilt-tripping. I opened Kane's tab and saw his messages. [Kane: Who?] [Kane: Gab and Levi?] [Kane: You are not with them.]