Novel & Cerita Romantic Dream Short Story

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

With a pursed lips, she pieced all the puzzle together that she received from her dream, forming a story, “About a couple.” “A couple?” He asked, curious as well as confused. “A couple… it was about a witch and a demon,” she started. “I had always been dreaming of the similar dream. But in my first dream, they looked happy and in love. It slowly goes downhill as the witch expressed her sadness as they couldn’t be together.” Leon’s furrowed brows tightened. “That sound very familiar.” “Familiar?” She asked, as she wondered if Leon knew of the people she saw in her dream.

It's one of the memorable nights ever, this single night has made me see Aiden in a different light, all the hatred and disgust are flooded away, a calm surges through me to my heart as I think of him, he is now the gentleman, most eligible mate and most romantic, all good things I can ever think of. I raise my eyes to the clock on the wall. Wow, we have exhausted most part of the night. It's 1 AM. I feel so sleepy and exhausted, we fall asleep, in our sweat and fluid. While asleep, I dream of so many pleasant things about Aiden, sex, marriage and a set of romantic things. My sleep becomes so peaceful and cool, the best I've had in years.

I said shyly looking to the ground unable to meet those beautiful pairs of eyes he was blessed with. Soon I felt his hands holding me tightly on my waist as he use his other empty hand to hold me face making meet his intense gaze. A part of me was happy that he was looking at me like I was the only women in the world but the other part of me reasoned it was too good to be true. You aren't in a fairly tale so wake up Samantha and stop dreaming. If this was a dream then I don't want to wake up again. Ever. Never. "You are the most beautiful woman Samantha and am glad tonight you will become mine officially."

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun. He rode Bucaphelis, Nobody did he shun. One day we met in the garden of Kaleen. Handsome he was and impavid His smile was dimpled and his eyes cerulean He resembled love god Cupid! In his arms, I was carried to his palace, He laid me upon his rose spread bed. We talked and laughed till the sun went down. ' you will be my queen', at last, he said. Alas! It was a dream

What could it be? You know that feeling you have when you feel like you have forgotten something and you couldn’t stop thinking about what it could be, yea, that feeling. Her mind drifted off to the dream she had two nights ago, it had started so sweet and her body had responded in the most amazing manner. She couldn’t understand why she felt as if she had never been with a man before. It was so strong. She wanted him so badly in her dream-this same man but why did he always have to change every time the dream ended. What kind of a nightmare was this? The worst part was that she couldn’t tell if he was trying to attack her or make love to her, it all started so romantically anyway. It was li

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

The dream had transported her to a picturesque garden, bathed in golden sunlight, where she stood, resplendent in a flowing white gown, hand-in-hand with Rogan, her partner and confidant. As Emily tried to reconcile the dream with reality, a mix of emotions swirled within her. A sense of wonder filled her heart, as if the universe had woven a tapestry of fate within the realm of her subconscious. She had always envisioned a future filled with love and companionship, but the dream brought a newfound clarity to her desires.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

The stillness of the morning was broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the crunch of leaves underfoot. I stood still and closed my eyes as I replayed the dream in my head. It was a dream about Adrian, the fucking love of my life!! The man I always wanted to be with forever. In my dream, we were alone together, and he kissed me lightly, filling me with a sense of love and contentment. It was so romantic and it felt so real. Gosh, I could still feel the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips when I woke up. It was indeed magical and I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as I realized that it was only just a dream. But, I decided not to be bothered one bit be