Romantic Dream Short Story Novels & Stories

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

The promise of the night hung heavy in the air, and I couldn’t help but feel that we were on the brink of something electric, something that would linger in my mind long after the night was over. Oh, if only Raphael could hear the tumultuous thoughts racing through my mind right at this moment; he would undoubtedly find my predicament utterly amusing. Here I am, someone who has always been skeptical about the notion of a perfect romantic match, yet this enchanting woman who is currently in my embrace is compelling me to reconsider everything I thought I knew. I can't help but feel as if she’s challenging my beliefs and inviting me to become a true believer in the possibility of finding someo

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

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.

The vivid sensations of the dream lingered, her body aching fiercely with unfulfilled longing. Aurora exhaled shakily, tears filling her eyes as reality hit her brutally. She couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. Liam wasn’t just a reckless fantasy—he’d invaded her heart completely, claiming every secret desire and hidden longing. As she sat quietly, struggling to control her racing pulse, she heard a gentle knock at her door. Aurora’s heart slammed painfully against her ribs, knowing instinctively who it was. “Come in,” she whispered hoarsely, barely trusting her voice.

"We don’t even know each other." "Yes, we do." I lower my head and nuzzle her nose. "You and I have spent a lot of time together. I distinctly remember you sucking my cock a couple of nights ago." She gasps, and I whisper seductively, "Do you remember what I told you? What I promised?" Her cheeks turn an attractive shade of pink. "It was a dream," she murmurs, breath hitching. "It was only a dream." "Not a dream," I correct and brush my lips against hers. "It’s called dream-pairing. There’s a difference."

Ethan's POV: Sweet dreams are something that make you forget all the pain you are going through… take you to an entirely new land of desires, buried under the stone that has replaced your muscular heart. And that's just the kind of dream I was lost in, a sweet dream… about the life I wanted, about the person I needed beside me… the feeling that I craved in her absence. The dream has everything I once wanted, until the bubble bursts all of a sudden; and I realize that I'm most probably dreaming. Opening my eyes the next moment, however, I do find my body entangled with a small stature.

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.