Man From Dreams Novels & Stories

I asked inwardly, still examining curiously. Then it clicked, the answer flashed through my mind. Series of my dreams for the past three years flashed into my mind And realization drew on my face as the face of the man in my dream became visible. “ It’s him” my eyes widened in disbelief. What the fuck!! This can’t be happening!! MY HANDSOME DREAM MAN IS REAL? I felt faint instantly. I couldn’t believe I was seeing clearly. My eyes swept on his entire body, like I was searching for something. Something to believe that I was actually seeing him and not a fragment of my imagination or dream.

His cheeky, eerie grin wasn’t on his face anymore. “What is it? What is going on?” She asked. “I wish I can tell you the meaning of your dreams,” the man started. “But that is something you will have to do in your own. Only you should face that. But there are forces that are going to force you to yield to them.” “Why do you sound like it is more serious than it seems?” “Because it is girl.” The man said, his expression not changing. “Your life is in danger. You are the only one who can help yourself and that is if you are able to decipher the dreams you have been having.”

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

She sighed, "All I recall is waking up to find you next to me. Was there an accident that I can't remember?" Furthermore, Lana was haunted by recurring dreams of a man dressed in white. His face, always out of focus, eluded her grasp in the dream world. She would reach out, but he would always slip away. This left her in a wakeful state, her heart aching with a mysterious pain that refused to fade with the morning light.

I was in a daze when I heard a man's little laughs. "I did not know that you two were close." That voice, that's Mr. Manore. Maybe Taddeio felt that I was stunned. So, he loosened his hug and held my hand instead... intertwining our fingers. He didn't even glance at Mr. Manore and just dragged me from my place. I just looked at the floor as I did not know how to face him. My dreams are still in me, living inside and serving as my conscience. And every single night that I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep, I was reminded of those worse instances that happened in my dreams. I know that this is not Mr. Manore's fault, but I think I should avoid him for now. Without even a word, we rush

When I don’t give an answer, he reaches his hand out as if to touch my arm, but I quickly pull away. “Hey, Elena, it’s me, okay. Calm down, you’re fine. You are safe.” “No, no,” I whisper, coming to a realization. “What was it? What was the dream about?” My stomach twists as I stare at him, not sure how to even spill the words from my mouth. “I… I saw a man. I saw a man who looked just like your father and he was holding his sword over my head, ready to strike down.” “Wha—what? What do you mean?”

Her heart started to soar again and she instinctively felt weak at the knees remembering the erotic dreams she had with this person. There was a sound of four splats as Vida had slapped herself to make sure she wasn’t sleeping or dreaming again. “It’s exactly like in the dream. His outfit…” Vida muttered staring at the man’s tunic, it had an unknown crest emblazoned over the chest area, part of the man’s chest was show and she noticed a strange mark over it. “Hey…” she said gently, nudging the fallen dream man, “Hey wake up.” The man stirred with a groan and his eyes fluttered open to the sound of her voice and the sounds of New York City. His eyes were a piercing emerald that made Vida lose

“ Humans are precious and will always be. Sometimes we’re childish, sometimes we’re at fault, but most of the time we make everyone happy. “ I explained and tilted my head to accessed my gaze at the window. This is Ace' room and I know it because I once slept here. His fragrance, his aroma, his presence, all of them are just a primary fact about his beauty. He have this devilish side yet, it was as sexy as hell! But,---------no one will think that he’s actually not human. “ Making others happy doesn’t mean that you’ll be happy too. Nor feeling it for the rest of your life. “ As I said those words, the scene of my dream suddenly pops up in my head. The man of my dreams… Commonly, I always dre

I looked around for Nora after a while but couldn’t find her anywhere so I decided to send her a text, “Where are you?” She almost immediately replied, “I sneaked out with someone. Don’t wait up for me. Have fun, and I love you.” I rolled my eyes and headed back to the bar, but then something, or should I say someone, caught my attention. It was the man from my dreams, walking out with another woman. This can’t be? It was just a dream. The man can’t be real, can he? I needed to take a closer look at him. I decided to follow them out of the club and watched as they got into an expensive car. Why does that man look so familiar? I know I saw him in my dreams, but something else seems familiar.

"Why won't you appear. Why can't you let me see your face just once? I am completely desperate, and I have no voice to argue against the things I do not want. I am lonely, abandoned, living like a wandering ghost every day without a shred of happiness. Do you understand? Why do you only appear when night falls? You make me confused and panicked. I would rather you never appeared in my life so that I would not have to waver." I buried my face in my hands and sobbed, my entire body trembling violently. "Why do you appear in my dreams. I am suffering so much, and I am nearly losing my mind, not knowing what is real and what is just a dream. Do you understand? I am desperate. I can no longer fig