Realidad Deseada Novels & Stories

Three o’clock in the morning. I could not sleep again. Not after that. I lay back down looking at the ceiling. I thought about every second. Every touch. Every word. “What I feel for you is real.” But was it? Or was it just the dream I wanted? Tomorrow I will go to the real waterfall. Maybe there I can think clear. Maybe there I can know what is real and what is only a wish. Because I can’t keep doing this. Wanting him, dreaming about him, and knowing I can’t have him.

I will continue dreaming, my fantasy hope as you said it to yourself–you will make that a reality. Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality, if ever that I can get away from this, it means that I found a way to understand it. Well, the word of reality has its limits, the world of imagination is boundless. Wishing that you are my way to reality, Aziel.

The water shimmered, reflecting her inner turmoil, and then, a vision began to form. She saw Ansel, strong and proud, but beneath the surface, something was amiss. The vision delved deeper, revealing a hidden truth that struck Edna like a physical blow. It wasn’t her who was the problem—it was Ansel. His body, though powerful and resilient, harboured a hidden weakness that prevented them from conceiving. Tears welled up in Edna’s eyes as the vision faded, leaving her alone in the moonlit clearing. She returned to the room, her heart heavy with the knowledge she had uncovered. Ansel was waiting, his eyes filled with concern as she approached.

She whispered. Her mother just seemed to follow a pattern, and that is when she figured it out what she really was. Her mother was a death echo and nothing more. She had only ever seen one death echo before, and now her mother would be the second one. Sage felt like walking up the street seeing more of her dream. She wanted to try and remember what day it was. Following the sidewalk, Sage was happy in her dream, and she knew that it was going to be hard to leave. There was no death and only light and happiness that was good enough for her.

“How real is this?” He leaned back into the pillow without releasing her. His breath tickled her lips when he whispered, “As real as you want it to be.” His warm mouth brushed over hers, once, twice, before his hold on her head became firmer. She inhaled the dark, masculine scent of him when he stopped inches from her face and looked into her eyes. His black eyes were heavy with the same desire she felt climbing inside her. When his grasp tightened on the back of her head, she gasped and let him pull her mouth to his.

“So, is it always the same dream? Or is it different every time?” I was hoping he had forgotten about my dream and was slightly disappointed that my hope was false. I looked at him and I ran over the question in my mind. “Well, it's the exact same dream. Exactly the same, every time,” I paused for a second. “And the result is always the same. I spend the day off in my own little world thinking about her.”

He then decided to read out loud; "Dear Jayden, This is me letting you know that I have finally decided to leave for good and please, don't bother looking for me because you will never find me. I feels so good to finally be free from your bondage, it amuses me to know that I will never see your face again. Just as I will move on with my life, move on with yours too. Be happy and forget I ever existed which I'm also going to do. As a matter of fact, I already did that and I please with you to allow me enjoy the remaining days of my life by not looking for me. Recover fast and move on with your life. Your sincerely, Jessica "

Her body was drenched with sweat, her sheet soaked, as she was wet already because of Samuel. "How can I get intimate with Samuel Kingston of all people?" Helen face-palmed. She couldn't believe that she was now dreaming about Samuel. Helen dreaded her dreams because she knew they came to pass. It was inevitable, and she became afraid as her body shivered at the thought of Samuel kissing her heavily like he did in her dreams. She recalled how his eyes had shamelessly raked over her body. Desire was clearly printed in his eyes. His voice was hoarse, and she was nervous around him. "Snap out of it, Helen. I got to bath!" She jumped out of her bed and went to shower, trying not to think too muc

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.