Man From Dreams Novels & Stories

"Is there something bothering you, Mr. Mancini?" He said nothing for a long time, and she feared he would ignore her question. She needed him to say something cruical but he just stared at her in a way that made heat crawl up her skin. The rational part of her brain knew that she shouldn't have these thoughts about him. He was a dangerous man and she wasn't careful, she could lose it all. "I've been having strange dreams for a while now." He had a faraway look in his eyes, like he was remembering something and he smirked.

Now, the memory, once so cherished, feels like a curse. I slide down, pulling the covers tightly around my body, trying to drift back into sleep. But again, my dreams betray me. I see the man with the gray eyes from my dream, talking to someone I don’t recognize. The other man, with long blonde hair and a warrior’s build, looks down at me with a smile, ruffling my hair as if I’m a child. The man with gray eyes watches me closely before I turn and run off. None of it makes sense.

Girls that looked like this with that set of teeth and blonde extensions, holding that designer bag, and obviously grew up in a home with a butler and a chauffeur have no business falling on her knee and begging a man to want her. I turned towards my best friend who looked at me like the next word I could say could mar or make something. “No,” I muttered. “I am not sure because although the girl from last night shares some of her features, that girl isn’t this girl.” She looked relieved. She typed something and turned the laptop again towards me. My ass shot off from the bed as I stared at the picture startled. Because there he stood, the man from my dreams only that he was real. Everything

“Don’t touch her.” Miles’s voice had become steady. Evan looked at the man in front of him, his eyes deeply complicated. There was anger, unwillingness, and a jealousy he could not put into words. “Miles,” he said through gritted teeth, “who do you think you are?” Miles did not move aside. “I don’t care who I am,” he said. “You can’t touch her.” I stood behind him and looked at his straight shoulders. Suddenly, I thought back to the night of the party.

His eyes were vacant, but there was an unmistakable plea in them. This time, Leon didn’t feel fear. He steadied himself and asked calmly, "What do you want?" The man stopped, staring at him with unwavering intensity. "Make him repay my family. Give my children a future..." Leon frowned, processing the man’s words, but before he could ask anything further, the scene shifted. A woman’s ghostly figure materialized in the dream. The moment the man saw her, he lost control, chasing after her in a frenzy. Leon's view began to blur, the clarity of the dream unraveling as it descended into chaos.

Sleep finally claimed me even though the sky outside had begun to turn a crimson color. I was warm and satisfied nuzzling into my pillow which smelled amazing. I had no dreams of that horrid movie, instead I dreamt about being cuddled up to a big strong man whose arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, fitting my body perfectly. My head was resting on this man’s chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. My dream man had perfectly chiseled abs under my palm and I traced the outlines of his pecs with a finger. "Harper, stop" a groggy voice said.

We were having lunch on the villa's terrace, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and the sound of fountains. "I keep having those dreams," I said, picking at my salad. "They're getting clearer. "His hand froze halfway to his mouth. "What kind of dreams?" "The man with dark hair. Last night, I could almost see his face. He was calling my name, but not Lila. He was calling me something else." He smiled, talking softly as though talking to a child. "Dreams aren't real, darling. They're just your injured mind creating fantasies." "But it felt so real. He was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach back. I wanted to go to him."

How evil? “Cassandra '' The other man said that looked familiar to me. He is the man that the other me killed in my dreams. He is raping Cassandra too, the name of the girl they are sexually abusing. I am looking at their faces one by one. I am familiarizing them because I want to remember their faces once I am back to reality. Aside from the man that I saw in my dreams who got murdered. There’s another one who is familiar to me. I felt like I knew him and met him somewhere I just forgot when and where.

I said as I look up at the ceiling then smile. I take a deep breath then let my eyes close as I sleep in comfort and lightness. Then, I dream about something happy and exciting YET scary. The only difference of it from my usual dreams back at home is that all I dream is all about Evetora and a mysterious man that I am willing to sacrifice my life to, by covering him from being impaled by a sword. That dream made me wonder... who is that mysterious man? Is that a premonition that I will die in Evetora if I stay here longer or just a mere dream created by my confused and dazzled mind?

As the coaster climbed toward the top, I opened my eyes and reached over for my girlfriend's hand. What I saw was her fingers laced through my best friend's. Her thumb moved slowly across the back of his hand. A signal. Steady. I've got you. "Avery, I'm scared," I said quietly. She didn't answer me. She only held on to him tighter. Avery has a hearing impairment. Her left ear doesn't pick things up clearly. But every time the three of us went anywhere, she kept him on her right, tilting her head up to catch him, answering every single thing he said. I stood on her left, and it was like standing on the other side of a galaxy. The coaster started down again, and I closed my eyes, and m