Scattered Dreams の小説・ストーリー

Colin's world seemed covered by a thin gray veil, blurring the boundaries between reality and dreams. In his spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the bustling cityscape at night—neon lights flashed and traffic moved past. Yet in his eyes, everything had lost its original color, becoming distorted and surreal. He often suffered from insomnia. Even when he managed to fall asleep, he would wake from nightmares. In his dreams, Sophie's small figure struggled in a pool of blood, while Aspen's desperate cries echoed in his ears like a curse.

OLIVIA'S POV NIGHTMARES- Those far-off melancholic dreams one have filled with darkness and so many other sinister things one couldn't dare mention. It had been recurring off late, these same dreams and far-off vision like flickering of the mind. I had tried understanding this particular one but clearly couldn't and to make things worse Nate was having it as well, I had awaken a fortnight again to see the aura of his dream how darkish it looked, but had since shoved it out if my mind when he had said nothing the next day.

This has happened since I knew about her, so it could well be just fear. These dreams were elusive, slipping through my fingers like sand as I woke, leaving me with only vague traces of their contents. Yet, their persistence couldn't be ignored. Was it mere coincidence, or was there something more at play? I couldn't shake the feeling that these dreams held a hidden significance; perhaps a threat or something like it.

Seeing him between my legs is nothing short of obscene, because it’s the exact image I’ve replayed in every single one of my late night fantasies. Yes! You heard me right, Wet dreams, Sex dreams, princesses do have dreams like that am no robot. Especially when you lust after the most sexy man you’ve ever met it’s normal to have dreams like this.. Dreams where he was on his knees, eating me like a man starved, dreams so vivid I’d wake up moaning into my pillow, drenched and aching, his name ripped from my throat before I was even fully awake. He’s been the star of all of them, every single filthy scenario my brain has ever conjured up.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

I hurried inside and Amanda, my best friend flitted to me, holding my hand and pulling me along. “Why are you late again, Nadia?” Amanda queried in a low tone, careful not to be heard by others. “What else makes me wake up late, Mandy? The usual of course,” I responded, overwhelmed by the situation. For the past two months, I have turned into a perpetual latecomer just for a stupid wet dream. “The same wet dream again?” Amanda asked, stopping to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Exactly,” I sighed with deflated shoulders.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

He stammered, "I… I didn't get it wrong. The license plate on that car—it was the one you gave Madam…" "What?!" Wayne almost lost his footing at those words. By the time he came to, he was already shoving past anyone in his way, desperate to find her. In a haze, he remembered the time five years ago when he had thrown himself into danger to save Arden. He told himself he could save her again—even if it cost him his legs all over. But no matter how many survivors he searched through, she was nowhere to be found. His steps faltered only when he stopped in front of the mangled wreck of the car.