Novel & Cerita Romantic Dream Short Story

Too bold, too smart, and too sharp. “Also, much unlike your twin, you don’t come across as dreamy or romantic,” she added. Ugh! Definitely not qualities he had or even wanted to ever have. Love, dreams and romance were not for him. She must have read his expression because she narrowed her eyes. “What’s wrong with being dreamy and romantic?” “Did I say there was something wrong?” She scowled. “No, but it was written all over your face. I’ll have you know that I am a dreamer. I love fairy tales and romance.”

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.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

After reading two pages of the romance book to Diana and explaining the concept of soulmates and mates to Diana, Brittany left her alone to digest all the confusing information. The sterile hospital room gradually faded from Diana's awareness as she slipped into a dreamless slumber. She longed for the comforting embrace of the mysterious man in the clearing, the only presence that felt familiar despite her memory loss. In her dreams, he visited her again, his voice like a soothing melody.

It was a time when we let go of caution and fully embraced our connection. In this dream realm, time held no importance, and so I allowed my thoughts to wander freely, delving into my deepest longings and hopes. It was a realm where I could imagine a world where all my desires could be fulfilled, if only for a brief moment. And so I did, imagining Duncan by my side, our love story one filled with romance and beauty, an envy-worthy tale of love. So, under the captivating moonlight, I let myself drift into a deep slumber, allowing my dreams to take me on a voyage of imagination and inspiration. It was indeed a brief escape that brought me comfort and more vitality for the path that I would fol

Together, we would continue to build a love story that would withstand the tests of time, where each day held the promise of a new adventure and a love that grew deeper with each passing moment. With a contented smile on my lips, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the dreams that awaited me, knowing that when I woke, I would be greeted by Roman's loving gaze, and our journey would continue with unwavering passion and devotion. As the first rays of sunlight gently peeked through the curtains, I stirred from my peaceful slumber, my heart still basking in the warmth of the previous night's memories. I opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of Roman, his features softened by the gentle morning ligh

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

If this isn't romantic then I don't know what is. I feel like time has stood still, like I am in a blockbuster romance movie and my dreams are all coming true. Over the years and with all my travelling I have watched many couples stroll along a moonlight beach, I have the perfect pictures displayed in my art room but for me to be here, right now like this is beyond my dreams. I want to cry I am so happy with contentment. I never want it to end. But it will. It has to. Our worlds are miles apart.

I rubbed my temple to relieve the incoming headache that would most likely affect me throughout the day before exhaling and dropping my hands. “All my life, I dreamt of having the perfect wedding and getting married to someone that loves me. I want a wedding that'll make me feel like the happiest girl in the world. A wedding like those in the fairytales.” “And I'm ready to do that for you. If you want to get married in the most beautiful way possible, I'll do that for you. If you want to get married in the most expensive way ever, I'll do that for you. If you even want to get married on another planet, I'll do that. Just please, save me by marrying me and I promise I'll make you happy until

She pulled away and looked at me "My dream" "Come on, are you blaming yourself now? His death must have been a coincidence with your dream" I tried to believe as much as possible. "Let's go home" *** "Lunch is ready sweetie" mom called and I jumped out smiling. She carried a tray of cookies in her hands, walking towards me but she suddenly jerked and the tray fell off her hands to the floor, the cookies lettered all over her feet.