Sweet Dream Novel Novels & Stories

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Grace woke up slowly, feeling as though her consciousness had been transported somewhere far away and tranquil, only to be returned to her body like a feather carried gently on the breeze. Maybe it was a dream. A long, sweet dream... a peace she hadn’t known for months. She stretched a little on the futon, her bare legs rasping against the terry-cloth of her bathrobe and the soft crush of a blanket that covered her from chin to toe. She snuggled deeper into the pleasant warmth, sighing, and the sound of her own breath startled her.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

“I think that the best thing we can do right now, is try to relax and make her happy and make some good memories for her” I closed the book and put it under the bed. I didn’t see the point in fully hiding it anymore, but I wanted it out of sigh so it would be out of mind. “Argh, this is all such a mess. Jill does not deserve this. She just keeps getting shit thrown at her. Hopefully once all of this shit is done and calmed down, she can get her happy ever after” “We can only hope babe” He pulled me in to his arms were we both fell into a restless sleep

I fall into a sound sleep after a short while…dreams of dancing with Aldo and kissing him tenderly fill my slumber. I wake up early and Cassie is still sleeping on the trundle, her pink hair in loose braids and her eyelids softly fluttering, while she snores lightly. So I take out the notebook of Aldo’s poems. I find one smack dab in the middle that is different from the rest.. Not about a girl or nature or one of his friends or family members…this one is about a boy in a coffee shop. One line says ‘so beautiful and free. ‘ the next ‘I wonder just how it would be’ the next ‘to taste his lips for me’. It appears to be about a boy that he describes as soft and beautiful and animatedly talking,

She felt safe, cherished, and utterly content as she drifted into a peaceful slumber, the weight of the world slipping away. As the first light of dawn crept into the suite, Isla stirred, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains. She blinked slowly, taking in the luxurious surroundings, the plush bedding, and the gentle rise and fall of Liam’s chest beside her. He was still asleep, his strong arms wrapped securely around her, holding her close. The sensation was intoxicating, and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, his features softened in sleep.

But the Wuthering Heights novel is still imprinted on my mind, not for its plot, but for Alessandro’s unsettling commentary on obsession. ​I climbed into the unfamiliar bed and spent hours trying to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, the kiss and the scene in the library kept replaying in my mind. For the first time… he made me addicted to his kiss. I felt a heavy thing landing on my stomach and the soothing warmth of something against my side. But my exhaustion was stopping me from opening my eyes to check and had completely drifted me to my dreamland. ***** I open my eyes the next morning as soon as I feel a familiar warmth hugging me from behind.

Of course, I could not complain because there was absolutely nothing to complain about, but sometimes I felt like I was living a fairytale that I had never once dared imagine that I would be in; and honestly, at times, a doubt burned in the depth of my mind- the doubt that all that was going on between us both would last as long as I hoped it would. Adrian's soft snores were the only sound in the quiet room and I continued to watch, like the creep that I was, his chest rise and fall with each intake and exhaust of breath. To view such a beautiful sight daily was a blessing that I would not mind being continuously graced with. However, my morning doze off creepy watching had to be cut shut as

Grace dreamed of me? *****

Chapter 55 A kiss after Breakfast Amara's POV I don't know why, but I had a very splendid and perfect dream last night. It felt like I was in the arms of the only man I loved. The room's scent alone made me so glad. I continued to ruffle the person's hair, my eyes closed, a wide smile on my face. This was all I wanted. It seemed like I was living a perfectly good married life beside my husband in a bright and happy house.