Man From Dreams Novels & Stories

there stood one of the most beautiful men that Brandon had ever seen. This man was Kail. He screamed at Brandon. His face stretched into various expressions. From agony, to rage....to hatred. Kail was and had been a part of Brandon’s life from the moment the dreams had begun to form in his mind. From the moment they had begun to torture him. The dreams were always the same. They made no sense....but they were a part of him anyway. Brandon wanted to dash the beautiful man and the strange Brandon from his mind. Brandon already had so much to deal with in the waking world. He found the dreams.....nearly unbearable as the stress of his circumstances began to weigh him down.

Damon felt stupid after saying that and the laughter that fell off his master's mouth confirmed how ridiculous that sounds. "In your dreams?!" The man was having a feast of laughter. Sadly enough Damon was not in the mood for laughs. "I think you need a rest, I can give you a day or two so you can sleep properly." The man continued but stopped when he saw the looks on Damon's face. "You are serious about this?" the man asked and Damon nodded his head. "Yes Master, I am." "How long have you been seeing these dreams?" "A few months now." "This isn't possible!" The man almost yelled. "Lord Xrysos is not a man you should know."

You will witness a wolf disguised as a sheep, waiting for the ideal chance to bite your heart into bits, leaving you all alone as they look for their next victim while you are left behind, struggling to mend your broken heart on your own. My mother taught me many things, especially about men, and I have all of those things engraved in my head, and it has always served me well as a weapon against those men. But now, I'm not sure I'll be able to protect myself against a wolf lurking around me, let alone the temptation that this strange man offered me. Every night, this man comes to me in my dreams and whispers my name in my ear in his seductive voice. A man whose face I shall not remember long

But dreams like that are silly, and childish, I know better than to dream at all anymore. It is insane what distracts me from sleep, which is much needed considering everything that happened in the past twelve hours. It wasn’t almost possibly being raped, or coming home to my little brother beaten to a bloody pulp, or even the fact that I practically kicked my mom out. On the contrary, it’s the tall, dark, and captivating, beautiful man that wouldn’t let my mind rest. I keep seeing his remarkable lightly, natural tanned face. The strong outline of his cheekbones, and the way his muscles had hugged his dress shirt. I close my eyes and try to remember the beautiful golden brown color of his e

Raymond, grim-faced, pushed aside anyone who tried to stop him and led Melanie to the hospital. He knelt before the lifeless Bethany. "Mom, don't worry about Melanie. I'll take good care of her and make her the happiest woman in the world. As long as I'm alive, I'll make sure neither you nor Melanie suffers." It would seem that the promises he made were only good for seven years. Feeling like a chunk of her heart had been ripped out, Melanie opened her mouth to say something, but the tears came first. So this was what being in agony felt like.

The hands of a man who has done terrible things and would do terrible things to protect what belongs to him. I look at his jaw. The way it’s set – patient, certain, a man who already knows what my answer will be because men like him always know. I look at the darkness behind his eyes and I see something I wasn’t supposed to see – want. Not transactional. Not calculated. Want. He wants me. Not as payment. As something else entirely. “One month,” I say. “One month.” “And my father’s debt is gone.” “The moment you walk through that door.”

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.

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.

Everyone out there saw her as the reliable one the friend who baked cookies for bake sales, volunteered at the shelter, and never missed a family dinner. Sweet Lila, with her neat ponytail and cardigans. But tonight, as she gripped the edge of the sink, her mind replayed the fantasy that had haunted her for weeks, the one that made her pussy ache with a hunger she could never admit aloud. She imagined him Jake, her brother's best friend, the one who'd crashed at their place a dozen times over summer barbecues. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy grin and callused hands from his construction job. In her daydreams, he didn't see the good girl. He saw the slut begging to be used.

My hands felt cold as ice. “I've been having dreams,” I said. “This... man from my dreams. B-but he’s not just a dream anymore.” Ronan didn’t ask questions, not at first. He reached for my shoulders, guiding me to his bed. “Sit down,” he said softly. “Breathe, and tell me everything.” So I did. I told him about all the other dreams I’d brushed off. How they’d always felt like echoes—strange, distant. But this last one? This one felt like something woke up.