Strange The Dreamer Novels & Stories

His cock strains his pants and when he closes the door behind him and locks it, my pussy clenches so hard around Dante’s cock that he groans. “Your friend Jade booked two,” Dante says against my ear. His cock still buried inside me. “She said you deserved the full fantasy.” The blond walks over. Stands beside the couch. Close enough that I can smell him – clean, sharp, different from Dante. He looks at me – riding Dante, my tits out, the tiara catching the light, a stranger’s cock deep in my pussy. “I’m Cole,” he says. Like this is a normal introduction. “Happy almost-wedding.”

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

Both constellations united the stars into one, forming a symmetrical connection, delicately outlined on that canvas. Further down the work, there was a name: "Dreamer." He assigned her that name because that naive young woman seemed to live in a bubble outside of reality, full of innocence and tenderness. He didn't know how he was convinced at that time to follow the current of her craziness, to a young woman he had only met once and who he tried to find again, but who he never saw again.

"What the fuck just happened?" Ingrid blinks. Her eyes are blue-white and aglow. Mine are hot gold. "I think we just bonded." "No shit," I gasp. There is applause. One slow clap. Another. My head snaps up. There's a person standing beside the archway. My blood runs cold. It isn't Corven. "Incredible," the stranger says. His face is hidden behind a black hood. "Two daughters of flame and dream. The veil's worst nightmare." I slowly rise, placing myself between Ingrid and the stranger.

“Now tell me.” For a second, I hesitated, because saying it out loud made it sound a little ridiculous, but Hector waited patiently, so I eventually gave in. “I had that dream about that strange woman again,” I said. “About the woman silver eyes.” His expression immediately became more alert. “The one who looks like you?” I nodded. “Yes. She was there again, and this time she said something that was a little upsetting. Yesterday I was feeling so relaxed, you know? Like things were finally going smoothly, but in the dream she just looked at me and told me not to relax.”

“The call?” “Yeah. Oh boy. Okay. Keep your voice down. Avoid excessive activities in the Dream Realm, if possible. It’s a secret, okay. Keep this between us, here or there. You’re a Dreamer like me. We’re almost ready to go back online, shall we say. We’re the first to have access but it’s not safe. If the wrong people find you. Well, you could find your life cut short. So, say nothing. Anyway, I caught a little of your life. Sweet mate you got. Give him a break. He screwed up and wants to fix it. Don’t ask how I know. It’s just a sick skill. But he wants to fix things. What you’re seeing now, that’s the real him. Happened because of a jerk elder.”

Jane placed a pillow under my head and covered me with a light blanket, "Alright, alright. Sleep well. You know me. I get more alert at night. I'll definitely keep a close watch on Grandma." I finally managed to fall asleep, though I was still restless. I had a very strange dream that was chaotic and lacked a clear storyline. The dream was full of unsettling and disjointed scenes. The entire dream was set in a dark environment, and I felt trapped in a strange loop. I heard very loud and disturbing noises and tried to wake up but couldn't! Then I saw Grandma, and as I was about to go to her, I saw her suddenly collapse into a pool of blood!

He caressed her face. “What's the matter?” Gemma buried her face into his chest. “Oh, Declan… It was j-just a-awful!” she sobbed brokenly. “What was, sweetheart?” he demanded, holding Gemma against him. “The dream… I h-had the d-dream again.” The sobs were easing now. “It's so long since it last happened, I'd almost forgotten about it.” Declan’s grey eyes were still darkened with concern as he held Gemma at arm's length, searching her deathly white face for several long seconds.

He asked in irritation. “Come on son, we would like to know what you dreamt about. It's not a big deal. Perhaps Mr Hensworth will interpret a meaning to it.” “Spill it out Charles, we're all ears,” Mr Hensworth said in amusement. “Okay fine.” He exhaled, “But I only remember seeing a girl, and an old looking man whom he called himself Mr Lovetto.” “Mr Lovetto?” Mr Spielberg asked, his brows creased in curiosity.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."