Raw Dreams Novels & Stories

Rave was wearing a brown waffle-knit shirt and jeans. He had stopped by for a visit on Wednesday evening, so he already knew about Leesa’s dream and the zombies in Ohio. Despite the evidence that the black waziri were hundreds of miles away, and with a day too bright to worry about vampires, Dral and Bain still followed behind, providing an extra measure of security, just in case. Leesa was glad to have them there. “So, no more dreams?” Rave asked her. “No, none. I’m not trying to summon any, and none have popped up on their own. Which is just fine with me, believe me.”

"I am here to teach you how to have sex. He said Drake's hand is moving back and front, he watches my body Aura change, I grab the sheets of my bed and began to enjoy his hands way down inside my pussy… Am I dreaming? Is Drake really doing this to me? I close my eyes and I fell right deep into this, Drake continue to moan dirty thoughts to me, as I accepted them in one piece, I let of my hands, I look at Drake's and as I brought out my hands to hold round his neck; he suddenly disappeared.. I woke up immediately by that, I look at my bedroom and I saw, it was only but a dream; a sex dream. Fuck; Am I really thinking about Drake Lowell, am I going to give heed to his proposal?....

Melissa's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy from the intense encounter with Damien. She lay on his bed, surrounded by the opulent decor of his chambers. The memories of their passionate night still lingered, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. As she sat up, a faint noise caught her attention. It sounded like whispers, but they were too soft to decipher. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. The whispers grew louder, and she recognized the voices – they were the pack members, discussing something in hushed tones.

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

She stared at the broken fountain that settled in the corner outside, near a small storage house that only takes ten steps to get there—starting at the fountain’s point. In her sight, birds were flying, and steady trees without any wind were like city buildings. Over twenty-two years, Amandla had never seen what a city looks like and how people do things there. She was living peacefully, happily with her mother in the forest. Her dreams were anywhere in the city, but no one else could guide the house if she went together with her mother. She took a few steps forward and pressed her forehead against the cold glass from the window; she sighed. Even at three in the afternoon, the birds were sti

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

JADE I was having a really cool dream where Chris Hemsworth, my only and absolute celebrity crush, was feeding me strawberries in a bathtub full of raw milk, when a cold drop of water smacked me square in the forehead. I opened one eye, very certain that the roof of the exquisite bathroom in my fantasy could not be leaking. I wasn’t that damaged yet. And thank God I did, how else would I have caught it so easily? My bedroom ceiling had grown a dark, angry stain overnight, and it was crying on me, straight on to my bed. It woke me up immediately.

My hand drifts between my legs. I’m already wet. Have been since I left my car. The anticipation is its own foreplay – knowing they’re out there, knowing they’re coming, knowing that sometime tonight I’ll stop being a woman and become prey. I force my hand away. They’ll want me desperate. They’ll want me aching. That’s the point. Sleep comes in fitful waves. I drift off, jolt awake at some sound, drift off again. Time loses meaning in the darkness. Could be hours. Could be minutes.

“I had a weird-ass dream. Thought you’d want to hear it.” “You called me on video at five in the morning to tell me about a dream?” Rhett stares dead at the camera, shaking his head with disbelief. “Why would I want to hear it? Are you out of your mind? Do you have a screw loose?” “Basically,” I shrug, keeping my tone teasing so he doesn’t hear how I suddenly feel unwanted when I shouldn’t. “I had this crazy dream wolves were chasing me through a forest. They were like… huge. And not like normal wolves either… I don’t know. Larger? Anyways, One of them bit my shoulder, and then I literally turned into one of them. Broke my bones, sprouted fur, the whole dramatic movie setup. Pretty hilarious