Romantic Dream Short Story Novels & Stories

Though Angelica lived chastely for a few hours, in her dreams her desire continued to boil. She dreamed she was at school again. The hallway was busy with people but she was safe in the apparently abandoned copy room. Roman was there. He began to kiss and fondle her. A sense of foreboding threatened to quench the sensuality of the moment, and so she pushed the feeling away. In a dream it was easy to do, the fear floating away like vapor. She continued to kiss her brother. His hands went to her breasts, lifting her button-down shirt to expose them to the air. Roman went to her skirt, which for some reason, was short and tight rather than long and loose. He pulled it down only a little and sto

Jack asked as he lay next to me and pulled me close. His heart was beating its usual double time. It was a wonderful beat. “I love listening to your heart. It’s musical,” I sighed. He gave a light chuckle and rolled back on top of me. That’s the wonderful part about dreams. It didn’t matter whether vampires had incredible stamina for love making or not. In my dream, whatever I desired was what happened. At that moment, I desired a repeat of our love making. I couldn’t imagine ever growing tired of it.

I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover. I’m really excited about this plot. I think it will be popular for girls and will be inspirational for them. They can learn life lesson, and can be prepared of what to choose over their dreams or love in the future. Love is unpredictable anyway. Maybe we can learn from this story but we all have different destiny. I hope Ms. Amanda will approved my story. I really hope so. While I’m waiting for the email of Ms. Amanda, someone approach me. She is a girl with a short hair and with a big eye glasses. She smiled on me and so did I.

It was a love that ignites a flame deep within my heart, a flame that burns with an intensity I could not ignore. Yet, as I awakened from the dream world, the lingering sense of longing remains. The echoes of her laughter and the tender touch of her love faded away, leaving me yearning for something I could not fully grasp. It was in these moments, in the hazy transition from dream to wakefulness, that I was left with a profound sense of loss and a desire to uncover the mystery of this enchanting woman.

“Truth.” Rita grinned wickedly. “Have you ever fantasized about any of the guys in this room?” The room went quiet. Kiara’s cheeks burned bright red. She could feel Kent’s cock twitching against her ass through his pants. “…Yes,” she admitted quietly. “Who?” Rita pressed. Kiara swallowed hard. “Kent.” Kent’s hand slid lower on her thigh, squeezing possessively. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest. Sam chuckled. “Well, damn. The truth is finally coming out. Ryan, your turn.”

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

"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.