Novel & Cerita Romantic Dream Short Story

I interjected, "That fire seven years ago was brutal, wasn't it? Saving him must've been strenuous. Any scars?" She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint mark on her arm. "Yeah, it left this. Not exactly pretty, but Damian means everything to me. I'd run through fire for him again in a heartbeat." I was stunned by her audacity. She'd go so far as to flaunt a fake scar to uphold her lie. "That blaze killed many people," I pressed. "You were just a middle-school kid, small and frail. How did you manage to drag him out of those flames?"

I confessed to Rami, "and find that all this was just a dream." He reached across the table and took my hand, his eyes locking with mine. "Then don't close your eyes," he said softly. "Just keep them on me. I promise you, I'll give you a life even more beautiful than any dream." His words sent a shiver down my spine. In that moment, looking into his eyes, I knew he meant it. And I believed him. The music from the restaurant drifted out onto the beach, a slow, romantic melody that seemed to beckon us.

Whenever Esther or Aunt Kitra read me stories of how the men were so in love and how they’d go the extra mile to make their women happy and feel so loved… The stories became so imaginative. Whenever I slept, I saw my faceless man be everything I read from the stories and more… Now, even though I hate to admit it, and my strong woman era is still very much active, I still have the dreams. It’s just—very detailed now. The faceless man has become Emmett— Very detailed. It’s not just the sweet parts in the dreams. I—whatever I saw him do with Sarah in his bathroom the other day—makes me replace Sarah in my dreams.

- Looking at the most beautiful person in the world. Romeo blushes and opens his arms, and Julius lies down on his side, putting an arm around his mate's waist. - I was having such a beautiful dream. - I'm sorry if I woke you up. -You didn't wake me up. - What did you dream of? - I dreamed we were on the beach, sitting side by side, watching our son build sandcastles. It was such a beautiful dream. - One day we will make this dream come true, you'll see.

"You're not the mother I dreamed of, but I know you're better than that." How can a story end? Does the nurse stay with the most handsome doctor in all of London and they get married while raising their two children together? I don't know yet, maybe tonight will be my fairy tale and maybe tomorrow it will disappear. The only thing I know is that I want to live a life next to him, without knowing what will happen tomorrow, I just want to live day by day next to him.

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.

Each time the moonlight caught the diamond, it sparkled. The world around me had transformed. It was as if love had painted everything in vivid colors, making even the simplest of things appear extraordinary. The trees lining the road seemed taller and greener, their leaves whispering secrets of eternal love. The gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, as if nature itself was celebrating our union. I thought back to the romance novel I had read earlier on. Would this be the start of my romance story?

My feelings for Ryan were complex, and I needed time to sort through them. With that understanding, I focused on steadying my racing heart and the flurry of emotions that threatened to consume me. I breathed in his scent, a blend of woods and a hint of musk that was uniquely his. As the warmth of sleep beckoned me, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift into slumber. As my dreams danced with shadows of longing, It was as if my wolf had stirred from her slumber and was reaching out to me. It was an indescribable feeling, like a whisper in the night, calling me home. I haven't had such a dream in a long time.

I stand up from the couch and walk to my restroom. "Alright, I'll meet you downstairs." She says, walking to the door. My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me. I've lost count of how many times I've had those dreams. Since he kicked me out of his house two weeks ago, it's been nearly every time I close my eyes. I know why it's happening, but I don't want to admit it. The worst part is that I haven't heard from or seen him at all. Sometimes the dreams aren't even sexual. They're just plain, romantic dreams. It annoys the hell out of me. I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I'm attracted to him physically, but he broke my heart. I can understand the sexual d

Lately I've been getting more free time so I can finally pick up my long lost hobby again. After a short while of reading a cute little romance novel which was successful at making me long for more romance in my life, I put my book away and flop on the bed tiredly, knowing I'm not that lucky to have the story like perfect romance. Slowly I drifted into a dreamless sleep.