Sleep Dream Love 소설 & 이야기

It’s been a week since I’ve had a nightmare, and I can’t say I’ve missed them. “Did you sleep at all?” I croak, my voice heavy with tiredness. “An hour or two maybe,” he hums out. “I wish I could survive with only an hour of sleep every night,” I laugh. “It must get boring with me just snoring away beside you.” He leans down to kiss me, claiming my lips with his tenderly. “Nothing with you is boring, my love. Even holding you while you sleep fills me with so much happiness.” I feel heat rush to my cheeks at his words, I’m still in utter disbelief that this man loves me, that the Dema king of all people is my destined mate, the second half of my soul.

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Ivana said. ‘What? What did I say while I was sleeping earlier? Do I need to ask her about that? Hmmm. I’ll just ignore it. Love might get angry,’ Jacob thought. “Maybe I was just dreaming earlier. Don’t even think about that. It’s not a big deal for me. The important thing is, you are the one I look for when my mind is clear and when my eyes are awake. I love you, love! Hold that,” he said. Ivana’s cheeks flushed. “Alright.”

Unbeknownst to him, his actions spoke volumes, even in the depths of his dreams. With a gentle stroke of his fingers, Liam traced the contours of Rose's face, his touch conveying a silent adoration. He planted a gentle kiss on her nose, a playful act that brought a smile to his sleeping lover's lips. His whispered words, barely audible, filled the space between them, "Sleep tight, darling."

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I sat in the living room tonight with the light off, just listening to the wind. And for the first time since his passing, I smiled. Not because I was healed. But because I remembered us—before the lies, before the heartbreak, before life pulled us apart. I remembered the man who whispered my name like a promise. Noah’s POV I had the dream again. We were on the porch. Him. Me. Two glasses of scotch. One truth between us. He was telling me about a woman—how her laugh could stop time, how her eyes silenced his doubts. He didn’t know he was talking about my mother.

Day 4 Yas POV The morning sunlight hit my eyes through the curtains. I was still half-asleep when I felt Dian's arm tighten around my waist, pulling me closer against his chest. I laid there feeling the weight of Dian's arm across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My mind raced, as he drew circles on me. We were six fantasies down. We had done things I never imagined I would even ask for, never knew I wanted until he pulled them out of me.

She would never call Liam. But her voice was fading. Getting weaker with each cry…slipping away. “No…” I tried to reach for her, but my body would not obey. Everything started getting fuzzy. Going quiet. Too quiet. Then – a gentle touch. Like a feather stroking my cheek. A soft kiss on my forehead. Her voice…a whisper now. “I love you Remi.” I jerked awake. Gasping. Still trapped somewhere between awareness and the dark vines of that horrible dream. My heart was racing, slamming against my ribs as I tried sucking in much needed air.

Annulment Paper Lia was disturbed in her deep sleep by something heavy running over her legs. She slowly opened her eyes just to gulp in her position. She swallowed hard when she saw an arm wrapped around her waist and a heavy leg resting on her thigh. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm naked! So, it was true. It's not just a dream? It's really happening. We... we made love last night? I thought it was just a dream. Oh, God...'

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.