Novel & Cerita Romantic Dream Short Story

In less than a couple of minutes, the girl fell asleep deeply and sweetly. ...Ira had a wonderful dream. She was hugged by a strong, kind and caring young man. She felt how his soul sparkled, how his pure and noble heart beat. The young man slowly stroked her back and whispered tender words that the girl could not understand. He pressed his lips to her cheek, covering her face and then her neck with gentle, barely perceptible kisses. Ira exhaled quietly. She simply could not - and did not want to - resist this wonderful dream. But the vision receded, slipping further and further. A strange feeling - the dream dissipated, but the young man hugging her remained. Ira opened her eyes and met the

She asked slowly in a whisper like she was with another person, it was just the most weird thing that had ever happened to her, thinking about Ryan was something she can control and wave off her memory but just tonight, she had went to bed earlier after taking the dinner only to fall into that dream that was filled with the both of them. In that dream, he was no longer her escort but this time the man she was badly in love with, they were really drown in love that each seconds was always a moment of romance, in the office, they won't stop professing love and doing all sort of lovey-dovey stuff... Before she could wake up, they had sex, they made love with each other in a night of passion and

“Dear diary, last night the dream was even more incredible than the previous ones, and one of the longest. I wonder if now I can help it and control when to wake up better. And even more, he was the sweetest. Am I doing things right? Is it ok for a lady to allow a man so near her, without… well, I guess in dreamland there are not so many protocols. He promised that we would talk, and I wonder if he is really going to talk about feelings and interests the next time we see each other. Which makes me wonder. What will I do if I can’t get there again? What will I do if I get lost once again?” And then she started the long narrative of the time she spent in the Dreamland the last time. “At least

The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists. In her dream, they were on a sun-drenched beach, the sound of crashing waves filling the air. Laughter danced on their lips as they chased each other through the shallows, the cool water washing away the day's stress. A stolen glance, a playful touch – the dream Deimon delicately built on screen became a tangible reality within her subconscious.

Only as perfect as it might be, even if there wasn’t one single thing she could fault, the best Brianna could come up with as his mouth moved over hers was that it wasn’t her perfect. Dreams were dangerous. Dreams let you inhabit a world that didn’t exist—let you savor and taste what you’d never had, what didn’t or couldn’t exist. Because, as adept and proficient as his kiss was, no matter how she tried to go with it, no matter how she closed her eyes and attempted to relish this moment, the reality of it didn’t match up to her dreams.

The sonorous Arabic melody pierced into my sweet, sweet dream and pulled me by my foot out of it. Two days later, I was still dreaming about him, about that day when my heart burst with no hesitation for him. I never got angry at the alarm imposed on me by the estate's mosque because it was around the same time I should be awake if I was to meet my school bus. Well, except today, I groaned out loud, my chest tightened with annoyance. Romeo was just about to kiss me. This was the third time in a row of unsuccessful kiss attempts. We got so close, the stars grew brighter and swirled in the night sky, his eyes found my lips first then he leaned with his and bam! Something or someone dragged me

I was engrossed in the love making session. It was the first time I was making out with a guy I new little about. Rotimi was perfect... His romancing skills were dope. I felt the cold breeze kiss my sensitive skin and it just made me feel better. He was romantically choking me and I coughed. That's when I woke up to the realization and the irritating truth that it was just a mere dream. I was in the same place where the 'beasts' had left a few hours ago. Not that cossy and comfortable bed in the fantasy world.

She nodded and he groaned before releasing into her, her orgasm followed next. They lay on the bed, facing each other. Collin caressed her scar gently as they stared into each other's eyes. “You promised to tell me your story if I let you help me” Kamala broke the silence. “I didn't promise” She glared at him and he chuckled.

I said softly "I love you" he said softly "I love you too, let's bring me first" I said "I bought a dress under the dashboard" he said so I immediately took it and put it on "Aren't they going to ask mama why I'm wearing something different?" I asked incredulously "That's not it" he said with a smile "All right, let's go at midnight so they might be asleep mama, I'll just tell you tomorrow about when we get married" I said "All right" he said and immediately started the car just a few minutes we were at home.

My heart was still galloping like I’d run a marathon, and for a moment, I forgot how to exist. Then it hit me. Oh no. I sat bolt upright, mortified heat rushing straight to my face. OH GOD, I HAD A DREAM ABOUT NICHOLAS. A dream where he was about to kiss me… and I was absolutely going to let him. Gladly. Heat flooded my face as the parts of the dream replayed in flickers. I groaned and buried my face in my palms. Have I completely lost my mind? I’ve known the man for less than twenty-four hours! He helped me dry my hair once, and now I was having racy dreams about him like some hormonal teenager. Why did my subconscious think that it’s fine to stage a romance novel inside my head?