Man Of My Dreams Quotes Novels & Stories

They’re honestly not as bad as I made them look, and they also have some good sides to them. I admire you for your dreams, and I can’t even imagine how hard it must be too hope for freedom. Keep dreaming, Marvin, and who knows? One day your dreams might come true! I also took a look at the pictures you send me, and just like you, I also had to hold my breath. I think you might be one of the ugliest human beings I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and trust me, I’ve seen a lot! (I only gave you the reaction you wanted.)

His voice was low and hesitant. I smiled through my tears and said, "Yes, I want you so much that I even dream of you, but that would be too selfish of me to ask you to give up everything and be mine. What about your people?" He growled and jerked me against him, saying, "Fuck my people, when you dream about me, what am I doing?" I remembered my dreams about him and blushed crimson. "Look, that is beside the point; I don't think you should take..."

"I will try until I can't anymore." The man's eyes drooped, but he smiled. "I don't deserve you." ** A scream broke through my dream. "Drea!"

“You don’t seem to want anything.” “Maybe I just like annoying you.” “Maybe.” He looked out the window again. I followed his gaze, the city stretched endlessly, alive and loud, yet inside this penthouse, it felt like we were the only two people left awake in the world. After a while, he said quietly, “You shouldn’t care so much about other people’s dreams.” “Why not?” “Because they’ll disappoint you.” “Maybe,” I said, smiling, “but sometimes, they don’t.”

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.

I ran a hand over my face, muttering a few colorful words. Oh God… another one of those dreams. And before you ask, yes—I know it’s embarrassing to admit that as a fully functional, employed adult woman, my weeks have been plagued with these unholy, vivid, explicit dreams about a stranger I’ve never met. Different scenarios, different positions, but the same detail that makes your soul leave your body when you wake up. “You look like you survived an exorcism,” my sister yelled again, eyeing me like she had holy water on standby. “Just get your ass up. Your office friend is waiting for you downstairs.”

The man who will be my first and only everything. I smile to myself, thinking of the man of my dreams. My very own Mr. Right… trying to imagine how he might look. He doesn’t have to be someone powerful or famous… like an Alpha or a top ranked warrior, not that I would complain of course. But I mean, I am nothing but an orphan, so I am happy if he is a good man. I spend the rest of my walk imagining how our first meeting will be. Will he take my hands and confess his undying love ? Will he kiss me in the moonlight ?

"You often dream of me? He asked, but not in a mocking way, but rather in a gentle serious way. "Let go of me." I say as I struggle against him. "First answer me. Am I the man of your dreams?" He said as he brushed his nose against mine. "No, you are the man who turns every dream of mine into a nightmare." I said as I broke from his hold. "The fact you would puled this shit on me, fully knowing I would never agree to it just shows your true colors." I looked at him in disbelief. "Gorgeous, please..." He pleaded with me.

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

I don't care ,I don't care if they call me crazy ,we could live in a world that we design Cause every night I lye in bed the brightest colors fill my head ,a million dreams are keeping me awake. I think of what the world could be,a vision of the one I see.A million dreams are keeping me awake..🎶 I was really surprised, I've never heard such a beautiful voice..I walked closer to see the person,and I saw the witch.. "What ?How can a person like her have this type of voice" I said inwardly,and I hid so she won't see me..