Same Dream Same Mind Same Night Novels & Stories

I've always felt so safe with them, they're my family. I fell into a deep sleep but I didn't finish it This dream came back again It's not a dream it's like a nightmare... Please don't I fell into a deep sleep but I didn't finish it This dream came back again It's not a dream it's like a nightmare... Please no not this again... I woke up suddenly but without scaring anyone or yelling I just closed my eyes I don't want to see any of this I feel it for real Everything in it is so cold and dark I feel it all surrounding me... This is good...

Diamond called out, shaking me. I opened my eyes slowly. “My Diamond,” I called with hoarse voice. It was the same dream, but this time it was with more details. Unlike the previous times, he had spoken to me. I still couldn’t see his face, but it felt more real. The night I caught James and Kristie. It was the same man who had taken me home, yet I was so drunk that I didn’t make out his face. What had happened on that night? Why do I keep having the same dream? How did the dream end?

I explained. If Della and I were to be mates and there were already issues with dreams so vivid and desperate, I'd be lying if I didn't feel the fear creeping into my throat. "I've heard of mates having synchronised dreams. It just doesn't happen often," Lilith said as she turned the page of a book she was reading.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

The smallest one was about the size of my current bedroom. “What do you think?” Richard asked when we returned to the main floor. I gobbled up all the sights, filing away the features for my dream home. “It’s absolutely beautiful, but I still don’t understand why I’m here.” “This could be our home.” My head snapped in his direction, my eyes wide as my heart flipped in my chest. I heard him wrong, I had to have. “What?” He stepped closer, his eyes on mine as he reached for my hand. “If you love it, this could be our home. It’s as close as I can come to giving you your dream home, but I want to share the dream with you.”

As I slept my brain brought back images of the night before. His hand stroking over his cock, sliding so smoothly, hand squeezing firmly. In my dream my hand trailed over my body as I watched him. My fingers lightly sliding up over my feet and legs, over my belly and up under my long t shirt to softly run over my aching nipples. I moaned at the feeling. No, I would never touch myself. Only bad girls do that. The feeling did not cease though and in fact grew stronger. I slowly opened my eyes to slits, seeing I was in my own bed somehow, staring at my own wall. The sensation of fingers stroking my aching nipples did not fade.

“What? Sweetie – they can’t hurt you, I promise. Did – did you have a nightmare or something? Sometimes the nightmares are very vivid – and I’m so sorry if -” “No,” I whisper, still looking down at the floor. “Then what?” My eyes shut again and I try to put my words together even beyond my wolf’s panicked howls. “Is it…is it ever possible for…” I bite my lip, anxious. Margot simply waits. “For…two people to have…the same dream?” Margot’s hands soften, her fingers slipping down my arm. “Oh, is that all?” I whip my face up to hers, my eyes going wide. Margot laughs softly. “Everleigh, are you really asking me if co-dreaming is possible when you eat the cakes?”

I tried to sleep, but my thoughts kept circling back to that moment… his nearness, his eyes, the way his hand had brushed mine. No matter how much I told myself to stop, the memory lingered until it lulled me into a restless sleep. - - - - - “Urgh… uhmmm… uhmm…” “Ahh… ahhh… ahhh—” I jolted upright, my chest heaving, heart pounding so fast it felt like it might tear through my ribs. Beads of sweat clung to my skin, my breath ragged. It was the same nightmare. Again. I didn’t understand why every night I saw the same thing, like an old film stuck on repeat. Two figures, their faces blurred, laughed softly as they played with a little girl.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared