My Dream Man Novels & Stories

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Through my dry heaves, my fuzzy brain notices big hands rubbing my back as the man calmly and soothingly says to me; "Easy does it kid; calm down and just let everything out, you're going to be fine." Tears drip down my face as I straighten while I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand quietly stuttering; "T-thank y-you, s-sir." "No problem kid," he assures me with a gentle pat on my shoulder with an airy chuckle; "What's your name by the way kid?" As I stare at him silently, trying to decide if I should lie or be honest with this guy; "Um, L-liam." "Good to meet you Liam, I'm Black Jack."

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.

The man of her dreams was slightly older than she, about 25 years compared to her twenty but she considered that to be not enough to make a difference. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she would very probably never get a better chance to fulfil her wish than that very night. It was still relatively early; his son was sleeping soundly and he was probably horny and a bit frustrated at striking out earlier. She moved closer, smiled up at him and took his arm in her hand. "Noah is sleeping like a little angel. I don't know about those other girls but I'll show you what I want. Are you really interested in finding out?"

as he cried himself to sleep, wondering what the next day at school would bring. Waking up from his dream, Ivan got up like a zombie and turned on the shower. With hope in his heart, he hoped that the cold water would calm his uncontrollable desire. But he knew deep down that this longing could never be satisfied. Despite his fervent yearning for a different life path, he had made a series of foolish decisions. Tonight's dream had been the most vivid and realistic one yet. The reason for its intensity was clear. At six in the evening, he would come face-to-face with the man who held the utmost importance in his life, at his ten-year college reunion.

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

The vampire in my dream was a different kind of beautiful, a tempter for sure. I couldn't let Damien know what I had dreamt of; I knew that this was only the beginning; I didn't like what was coming. Finally, I have the man I always wanted; since the moment I set my eyes on him I had wanted him, he loves me too, and this is all I want, all I need. But the man in my dreams makes me believe I need more, but I know what I want, and I want Damien. Damien is waiting for my response, and I am lost in thought. If he notices me checking him out, he doesn't say a thing. He is patiently waiting for my response and watching me curiosly. This is the man I want.

"Rambo, if anyone opens their mouth again, bite them—hard." Rambo growled, low and threatening, its eyes sweeping the room. Just then, a furious voice roared from the doorway. "Claire! Who do you think you are, hurting Brenda? "You ungrateful brat—get out here, now!" My brow twitched. Great. In all the chaos with the staff, I'd almost forgotten about him—David Sinclair—the guy who liked to pretend he was my dad. Spoiler alert: he wasn't worthy of the title.

"Pierre, I found your father. He's still alive." A loud, violent ringing exploded in my ears. For a split second, the world went entirely silent. "Give me the address," I said eagerly, clutching my phone. I was terrified she was playing a cruel trick. For 25 years, I had never stopped searching for my father. Even knowing the severity of his mental illness, I desperately wanted to see him one more time—to lay eyes on the only blood relative I had left in the world. The moment the text with the address came through, I didn't hesitate. I didn't stop to question if it was real. I drove blindly, far too fast, and rear-ended the vehicle in front of me.