Novel & Cerita Man In Dreams

“What did you dream about? I couldn't reach you. You were.. gone. No connection to be made whatsoever.” “What do you mean?” I asked but a realization hit me as I said it. “The dreams! They are real. You do manipulate them?” I asked him with wide eyes. He nodded. “I don't like to do it. Invading your dreams. I only did it twice in emergencies. It makes the brain not rest as well as normal sleep,” He explained and I lay back, opening the cover for him to get in. He crawled back in and put his arms around my naked body, holding me close. “I really can't remember anything. I don't know what happened.” I said and I snuggled close to Damon, feeding off the safety that he gave me.

And then I saw him - the masked man. He walked towards me, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I didn't know what to do or how to react. Was I supposed to be afraid of him? Or was I supposed to give in to the desires that he was making me feel? He came closer, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. But as he reached out to touch me, I woke up. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was gasping for air. I knew I couldn't keep going on like this. These dreams were taking a toll on me, and I needed to figure out what they meant. Was it a warning? Or was it a message from the Moon Goddess herself?

Making me worried about these weird dreams about a man I don't know and why it was impossible to resist him even in my own dream no matter how much I tried to. I stayed awake all night from the moment I woke up to avoid any further sex dreams with this man beast. I pondered all night why this man keeps appearing to me in my dreams, I couldn't tell anyone now because they'll think I'm sick having sex with a man I don't know in my dreams. But I realised it all began the moment I made contact with the black mist, ever since then I've been seeing him in my dreams. Could it be he was behind it and that's what he does to other people who vanished about making contact with the mist.

I look at my left hand and caress the ring mark on my finger. It’s another dream… or maybe a nightmare. Just like when I was still in the hospital, I keep dreaming of that man whose face slowly gets clearer every time he appears in my sleep. He keeps calling my name, holding my hand, caressing my cheeks, and even kissing me. Most importantly, in those dreams… It feels as if I was married to him. But unless I remember it myself, I won’t find out whether it’s real or just a nonsense dream. It could be just a fantasy…

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.

I felt so little and powerless,but I know it's a matter of time, they're all gonna be my dogs soon. "You know what those smokes are"? He asked, his tone asking and I shook my head, a flush started to appear on my cheek, spreading unrecognisable desire to my groin. Dreams have been constant in my sleep, that unknown huge man that eluded my sleep and took me ruthlessly has that close resemblance to this man, the tattoos, and the neck piercing.

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.

Even through his suit, it couldn't be hidden that he was a muscular man. And just look below his waist, even a fool would agree that he must be well-endowed down south. Heaven knows the number of times I've had inappropriate dreams about this man. Dreams of him positioned between my legs, pinning my wrists above my head to the mattress and fucking me like I stole his family heirloom and threw it in the ocean. I would wake up feeling already wet. The times I've masturbated in my bed or in the bath tub, desperately calling his name, wishing he'd appear in such moment to fuck me senseless... can't even been counted on my ten fingers and ten toes.

And as the clock struck midnight, she saw him again, the man from her dreams, Liam. In this dream, Liam was dressed in orange. An orange jumpsuit. His beard was full and rough and his eyes seemed tired. Elena could see him clearly from a distance but she was not sure if he could see her. She inched forward towards him to get a clearer view of what he was doing, he sat in an open yard and was speaking to someone else who was also in the same orange outfit. Elena could not make out what they were saying. She then walked the remaining distance to them and called out to Liam but he did not respond, the two men kept speaking to one another. She inched closer again till she sat opposite Liam and l

"No, it wasn't. Nothing you could have done should have led to this. He is a monster, and I refuse to let him get away with doing something so disgusting to you." I looked into his face, and his black hair and golden eyes reminded me of the man I saw in my dreams. Was this real? I knew I had dreamed of this man, but having him here in this moment sent every tingle and fire through my body, just like in the dream world. There's no way this was real. "This is a dream, right? I've seen you in my dreams before, so this is a dream."