Romantic Dream Short Story Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Being together, Elle and Dominic gave everyone the opportunity to know what true love is. No one can deny the love this werewolves have inside their hearts, and they'll give it all to their mates, because their love is endless. ( The writer's epilogue) Dear reader, Each of us has a dream. My dream is to write and this book is the place where my dream came to you. Thank you for reading my book. Always or only when you have time. Thanks to you, my dear reader, my dream grows and I simply live it. That's what I wish for you too. Take out your hidden dream, dust it off and start living it. ... and simply "Thank you!", dear reader!