Romance Dreams Novels & Stories

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

"Why didn't you save me?" "I..." Panic seized Francis. She said softly, "You promised to protect me, but you were the one who killed me." "I didn't!" Francis bolted upright and flicked on the light. The room was empty. Except for me, a ghost, unseen by him. The visions kept coming, more and more often. Sometimes it was the fifteen-year-old me, huddled in a sea of red, whispering to him, "Do you want to live?" Sometimes the twenty-year-old me, reeling from my first kill, so sick I could barely stand, wishing he would just hold me.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode four🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I watched as she slept peacefully,her chest fell and rised as she took shallow breaths. She’s not supposed to spend the night in my chamber but I can’t seem to let her go and it’s not a good sign,at least not for a king. A knock came through the door as Lord James walked in with a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d be busy but I thought it’ll be with Lady Katherine” he said, taking his seat in front of the fireplace.

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

“First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured. “All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.

A modern-day woman who takes what she needs and gives what she wants … her words, not mine. I, on the other hand, dream about …. well, let’s just say I dream about something different, something special, the sort of storybook love where two people’s eyes meet and BAM — true love forever. Like a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing — skipping death, of course. Okay … let’s rather say I dreamed about it … in the past …

Days drag on, the weight on my shoulders gets heavier, and I'm just hoping for the day when the excitement of new life can drown out the whispers of whatever darkness is trying to mess with my vibe. So, I spill my worries to Romeo, and he gives me this look like he's got the answer to all my problems. Grabbing my hand, he's all, "Babe, those nightmares? Just part of the pregnancy package. Your body's doing crazy stuff, and sometimes it messes with your dreams. No evil plot, I promise."His words are comforting, sure, but there's still this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I can't shake the sense that there's more to it, like a mama bear instinct that goes beyond the usual pregnancy dra

"I've had some really vivid dreams, and I sure wish the guy was real." Silva's eyes grew larger. "You've been dream mated with... with," I exclaimed. She gave an almost imperceptible smile after taking a peek at the ground below. “What?” Silva turned his attention to Ravena. Dream coupling. The romance author Julia Wildthorn refers to it in like way. If one of the soul mates possesses the capacity, they can reach out to the other and offer the connection that binds them while they are unable to find each other in the physical world. They are dream mates if the other accepts.

the man said soothingly. Katheryn clasped her hands. She hugged the man, "I had a bad dream. The same dream. The dream came back to haunt me again. What really happened? Why do I keep having the same dream all this time?" To be continued... Hi, meet me again in a new story. This time I made a story with a dark romance theme. Hope you like it, guys :) Don't forget to comment and give me your gems, hehe. Thank you:)

Sofie's POV I had a dream; a weird, obscene dream. In my vile dream, Roman was on top of me, kissing me with such ferociousness and fervor that it felt as though I was just a prostitute he had paid to fuck, and not his girlfriend. He was trailing harsh hickeys down from my jaw down to the cleavage of my chest while muttering angry italian words whose meanings I couldn't decipher. In a bid to stop the mad dream from continuing, I forced my eyes open with a loud gasp, but my eyes only widened in horror to the size of saucers when I realized my dream was not only real but even more horrible to view in reality.