Man In People's Dreams Novels & Stories

, I asked. My heart throbbed even harder. I felt like I was going to get a panic attack. My plan of running away and disappearing was about to crumble because of this enigmatic man. “I did what I had to do. You on the other hand make crazy decisions. Where do you think you're going?”, he asked.

It might not have been this severe, but he had also fallen into drugs. Returning to the country without them triggered violent withdrawals, and he frequently harmed himself. Instinctively, I stepped back. As I passed, Thayer’s eyes widened, locking on mine. Then, with immense effort, he raised a trembling hand, freezing everyone in place. I took a few steps forward, my gaze hard, knowing he had words for me. Through clenched teeth, he said, “The Fairchilds chose you for profit. This marriage… You won’t find happiness.” I smiled faintly and replied in a voice only he could hear, “It doesn’t matter.”

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

“What did this man do to warrant such hate from these people?'' These questions plowed my mind as my gaze darted to the burning man, but an audible gasp flew from my lips when I looked at the fire again, and it was no longer a man that was there, but a huge wolf, howling in a soulful voice, as it burned… The blaring of the alarm clock jerked me from my strange dream and my eyes instantly snapped open, as I shot up to a sitting position with my heart slamming hard against my chest and my eyes wide open. My nightwear was drenched with perspiration and I sat there, panting with the memories of the dream still fresh in my head. I could still remember the hateful expressions on the faces of the p

Was it a dream? ***

the man extended his huge hands for a handshake. Mane wondered if he should offer his real name, and finally settled on doing so. After all, the Dreamscape was a different dimension. No one knew him here, and it wasn’t likely that he would run into anyone from this dimension after completing his test. Besides, he had told too many lies. He might as well say something that was indeed true. “You don’t need to try so hard to recall it if you do not remember” Dan looked at Mane worriedly, assuming that the boy’s look of contemplation on whether or not he should give his real name, was an effort at remembering what his name was.

Older men with underaged girls, older women with young boys, men on men, women on women, anything, and everything. The new upcoming faces for the limelight like himself were lured into the mix with all kinds of bait. Fame and money are the invisible yet most powerful bait of them all. He managed to stay away from all that when he was dancing at The Silver Tongue, but this was a whole different circle in a whole different level.