Sweet Dream Novel Novels & Stories

The trauma of reliving my past, combined with the second real sleep I've had in months, has left me completely depleted. I let my head settle more comfortably against his chest, my hand coming to rest over his heart. The steady rhythm beneath my palm is soothing, hypnotic. My breathing begins to sync with his, and I feel myself melting into his warmth. "Sweet dreams, little wolf," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. But as I drift deeper into sleep, something shifts. The quality of light in the room changes, becoming softer, more golden. The harsh edges of reality seem to blur around the edges, and when I lift my head to look at him, everything feels different.

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.

Caspian woke up gasping for air. Sweat drenched his sleep shirt, mingling with the warm morning air. He rubbed his face roughly, trying to shake off the lingering unease. The dream had felt so vivid, so intimate, it left his chest tight with an indescribable heaviness. In his dream, Cassandra had approached him with that sweet smile that never failed to weaken his defenses. She called his name in a soft, teasing voice before leading him to the bed. The details were blurry, but the sensations lingered, leaving his body burning despite the new day’s arrival.

Date = 9 November Waking up in a bed. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) His bed in his house. Now that’s a first. POV - Melaena I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion. Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM. I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion. Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.

He held me as if I were made of spun glass, his hands constantly resting on my stomach, communicating silently with the two lives growing inside. "You did well today," he whispered into the dark as we lay tangled in the black silk sheets. "I just sat there," I mumbled, sleep tugging at my eyelids. "You sat there like a Queen," he corrected. "Go to sleep, Elena. You are safe." I closed my eyes and drifted off, feeling the warmth of his body against my back. But the peace didn't last. The dream started with blood. I was standing in a field of snow. White, endless snow. But it wasn't cold. The sky was a bleeding crimson red.

Deep. Dreamless.and safe.

It’s so warm in here. Like, stifling warm. Did we accidentally turn on the heat before bed? But the bed is also way too comfortable for me to get out. Sparks flow up and down my body on both sides, and the scents of vanilla and strawberries mix with peppermint and coffee—the heady blend swarming me out of the haze of sleep. All I feel is desire. Stark and demanding. Nova is facing me, her head tucked under my chin, her delicious body pressed against every inch of mine.