Man From Dreams Novels & Stories

A deep, indescribable loneliness settled in my chest, though I still forced myself to comfort him. "Now that I'm like this… Are you going to find another man?" he asked nervously as he looked at me. I shook my head without hesitation. "I'm not leaving you." Henry smiled, but it looked strained, almost painful. For a split second, disappointment flickered through his eyes. Not long after that, he fell into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, stayed awake the entire night. The desire he had stirred up earlier still hadn't faded. My whole body burned hot beneath the blankets, and it felt like thousands of tiny insects were crawling beneath my skin, leaving me restless and unbearably on edge.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”

I looked at the crematorium manager. “Don’t talk nonsense! We verify the death certificate and check for vital signs!” the manager retorted, eager to absolve himself of responsibility. Serena, unsure of the truth, stared at the furnace in anguish. Whether Lannister had been truly dead or merely faking, he was undeniably dead now. After twenty minutes, the flames died down, leaving behind a charred body. “My son! My poor son!” Serena collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably.

It’s so real, that if it weren’t for the fog in my head and the slight blurring line around his figure, I would have assumed I’ve woken up tied down to a chair in a dark room. I know this man. Not from real life, but his recurring appearance in my dreams. He’s the first man with the silver eyes. He has reddish brown hair and honey skin. The tattoos that streak up his arm are unfamiliar, not creating any pattern in familiar with. If he were actually a real person, I would notice him immediately. Looking down, I’m tied down to a chair. The man, wordlessly watches me as I remain helpless, before he turns away from me, and walks into the shadowy darkness.

I flex my biceps with observation and turn to the side to reflect on my lean figure. Even if it was the hardest thing I've ever done - consistently hitting the gym really paid off eventually. The gym to gain muscles and swimming to keep lean and fit. I turn the knob and let the cold water snap me out of my discomfort from the dream. Now that it's been a while since I woke up, I've already forgotten a few details which I'm thankful for. However, I still remember the men. A silvered eye man. Somewhere along the dream, I had ended up in a forest with Torin. I didn't see why or how I got there, but the man from my dreams was definitely unsettling. An x shaped scar down his eyebrow and cheek, gol

I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no. Nothing happened. You woke up before I could even do anything. By the way, what were you dreaming about just now?" Hearing this, she became a little embarrassed and lowered her head, unable to look at me. "Come on, it's fine. Just tell me," I urged her. Finally, she spoke, stumbling over her words. "It's nothing. I just dreamed that a man tied me up, and then..." I pressed her for more. "And then what?" "And then he... he took me..." The more she spoke, the more embarrassed she became. Eventually, she just lowered her head and stopped talking. Her whole body burned with shame.

The man approached the one of a kind legendary beauty and said. "Let me show you what a true nightmare feels like Dream Eater," the man smiled and the dream eater wailed in unequalled despair. "Same as ever Champion," a new voice awakened the man from his prescription medication towards the miserable dream eater. "I did not think you are the type to wander around these parts Janilla," the man greeted the newcomer. Nothing can be seen of her but only the voluptuous figure of a ripe woman as she was covered in a mystical guise. Her nipples were glaringly attractive to look at. They were erect as his cock and also as hard.

I followed Dream’s gaze and froze. A man was making his way toward us, tall, poised, with the kind of self-assured smirk that screamed danger. His suit was perfectly tailored, his blond hair styled just enough to look effortless, and his eyes, bright, calculating, were locked on Dream like he’d just found a familiar toy. Dream’s posture stiffened. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But I felt the change immediately. “Dream,” the man greeted smoothly, his voice a low purr that carried just enough charm to make the nearby assistants blush. “It’s been a while.”

He laughed, and said, "you don't know me for now, but when the time is right, we will meet face to face," Face to face?. The strange man slowly rode towards my direction, he takes a stop standing in front of me. "Goodbye, for now, Raya," He whispered to my ears. Raya?. I gasped out from my sleep, it seems that was a dream, but who the hell is that man, and why I'm I seeing him in my dreams. And who's Raya. It was past one in the morning, I got up and rode downstairs to the kitchen, the bruises underneath my legs, seems to have healed.