My Dream Man Novels & Stories

** I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath—not only from the dream but in reality as well. My eyes shot open, and my vision was still blurry. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to regain control of my breathing. Then, a sudden realization hit me: it was just a dream—a sweet dream. And this wasn’t the first time I had experienced it. I often have these dreams, yet I can’t identify the man in them. My father had told me it was Dimitri, but the touch and presence I felt in my dreams was comforting. "Are you alright?" a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts.

During this period, Damon came to understand that most of the men they pleasured knew whom he seeks but refused to tell him. Yet he did not stop. He will not stop until he has gotten his answers. "Yes Master, I have," Damon answered with his head bowed. "Do you know this man whom you seek? Have you met him before?" The older man fixed his gaze on Damon questioningly. "In truth, I have never met him in real life but I have every other night...in my dreams." Damon felt stupid after saying that and the laughter that fell off his master's mouth confirmed how ridiculous that sounds.

I flex my biceps with observation and turn to the side to reflect on my lean figure. Even if it was the hardest thing I've ever done - consistently hitting the gym really paid off eventually. The gym to gain muscles and swimming to keep lean and fit. I turn the knob and let the cold water snap me out of my discomfort from the dream. Now that it's been a while since I woke up, I've already forgotten a few details which I'm thankful for. However, I still remember the men. A silvered eye man. Somewhere along the dream, I had ended up in a forest with Torin. I didn't see why or how I got there, but the man from my dreams was definitely unsettling. An x shaped scar down his eyebrow and cheek, gol

“Damn it! Why do I keep having these dreams?!”Jade bolted upright, panting, her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers instinctively ran through her tousled hair as she tried to steady herself. The remnants of yet another vivid dream clung to her mind—intimate, heated, and frustratingly persistent.Every night, without fail, her dreams unfolded like a never-ending drama, each one seamlessly continuing from where the last left off. And every single time, they revolved around the same man.

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?

I went home with a happy heart, a beautiful smile painted on my face. Finally, my dream came true. I got to meet the werewolf. Finally, it all came true. "Finally my dream has come true!!!" "noisy!! Hurry up and work on your deadline.” Reina, looking at me with annoyance. Could I be that noisy? I don't know I can't protest again, because I'm so happy after knowing he's a Werewolf. "Could he be my partner?"

I concentrated my gaze on the both of them in order to be able to hear whatever they were saying. "Hello beautiful lady." the guy said to her and I pressed my lips into a thin line before biting on the lower lip. "W.... Who are you?" Mantha asked. "The man of your dreams." the man replied her. Cheesy lines! I rolled my eyes "The man of my dreams? Alpha Kayden?" Mantha asked and I bit my lips again. Hell! She was taking me as the man of her dreams already. "Stupid." I mumbled to myself even though I didn't think I meant the word.

The sunlight was blinding, and the clock said something different from what the sun was telling me. "Dormani..." I whispered, as he pinched my nîpple, kissing my neck. A groan leaves his throat and I turn to meet his eyes closed and his jaw clenching. Langelo was dreaming about me..us? I fucking had the same dream? What was it about this man that makes me insatiable? "Dormani." I call again, a little louder this time. He shakes his head and few minutes later, his eyes flutters open.

Ducking in time Sage follow up with a sidekick to its head. “Bitch.” Growled the man as he peeled himself off the ground. Sage looked at the man trying to take in every detail she could. He was a little over six feet with brown hair and kind eyes but that all changed when he flashed them black. She watched as a wicked grin spread across his face. “Whoever you are, you need to let that man go.” “Oh, no. I can’t do that. He is just yummy. A school teacher always has some deep dark desires and boy is he dark.”

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”