Lesbian Dreams Novels & Stories

I don’t even have the strength to eat or shower, so I pass out immediately when he places me down on my bed. My dreams were not peaceful ones, though. They were filled with blood splatter and screams of women, blonde women. The terror in their hearts as they realized that they wouldn’t survive a Lycan rampage was embedded in my heart, and by the time I woke up again, it was with a scream.

The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them. Who are they to me? Are they real? Fucking stupid mind of mines. Ife blasted away at the force field surrounding her in the closet mindlessly. She knew she was running out of time and they would find a way to forcibly mark her so Jacob could get what he wanted. She could never let that happen. She had a mate out there, certainly not the Apollo that Lucy swore she stole away from her. In the midst of thinking of her possible mate, wondering about the details in the making of him, Ife did something she never expected.

Once Julia's asleep on my chest on our bed, I allow myself to break down fully with not witnesses as my heart wrenching sobs and fleeting thoughts that I wish Liam all the happiness in the world; but I wish upon a star that it was us and not that other man who had children with Liam. Falling asleep tonight in bed with my female half, my female soul mate but we're missing our other soul mate; who is in the arms of another man and forever. Liam's P.O.V.

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

Their judgmental gazes quickly swept across each other. Meanwhile, Tracy nearly went crazy with jealousy as she glared at Melanie. Laura was also very angry and disappointed in Raymond. "You're out of your mind, Raymond! Tracy is pregnant with your child, yet you're still defending that bitch who hurt her! "If anything happened to my precious grandchild, I swear that I will—" Raymond then shouted, "Tracy Lambert is not pregnant!"

"No, it's not like that, Arden! I would never put you in danger. I only agreed to her plan as a stopgap—I have nothing to do with her anymore!" Naomi suddenly broke into hysterical laughter. In a flash, she pulled a knife from her coat and drove it into Wayne's abdomen, her eyes burning with rage and jealousy. "You bastard! You promised me, and now you're lying again. Why protect this woman? I'm the one who truly loves you! If you won't let Arden save my children, then you can die!"

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

Measured like a man conducting an experiment. Lydia stumbled back, the air thick and suffocating. Her knees hit the edge of the chair and she dropped into it, eyes wide as the tape continued to play. “She doesn’t remember. Yet.” “But she will.” “I’ve planted the first image. In her dreams, in her pleasure. She’ll chase it. She’ll beg for it.” “No,” she whispered. But her body trembled because she remembered now—the dreams that had started just before she met Damian. The flashes of hands. Mouths. Shadows. She had assumed they were just fantasy. Just her desires manifesting in sleep.