Sweet Dream Novel Novels & Stories

The feeling was like floating on water, gliding on its waves. Suddenly a scent, hits me; milk and honey with a touch of cinnamon. It toggles at my nose and soothes me. He released my hand and gave me a sweet, long, sensual kiss. My body has no strength, and my eyes could barely remain open. My eyelids closed and darkness devours everything around me. My dream ends leaving a smile of contentment on my lips.

“Alright then. Have a nice sleep.” I heard his footsteps fade away. I let out a long breath and placed the new necklace gently on my bedside table. I wanted to wear it tonight, but I was suddenly so exhausted. I crawled under the covers, pulled them up to my chin, and drifted off almost instantly, the memory of Ezekiel’s kisses still lingering on my lips and everywhere.

Joanna's POV; I didn't need to be told that I was yet again dreaming in the midst of war. Moreover, why do my dreams always have to be wet dreams I knew would never be fulfilled. Was Sebastian sweet? Definitely not. Was Elias sweet? I really didn't know. Was Alasdair sweet? Yes, but then, why was it that my dream wasn't about him?

She turned onto her side, pulled the blanket over her chest, and whispered into the darkness: "Why can't I stop wanting you?" Nova woke to the scent of clean linen and the muted hum of silence. Dusk had settled outside, casting lavender shadows across the bedroom ceiling. The nap hadn't been planned, but her body had folded under exhaustion the moment she touched the sheets. Now, her limbs felt heavy, warm, and too aware of the empty space beside her. She sat up slowly, the blanket slipping from her shoulder. The house was quiet, too quiet. Her pulse jumped. Damian was gone. She swung her legs off the bed and stood, tugging her robe tighter as she padded barefoot toward the hallway. Every so

“What do you think is happening right now, Sweetness?” “I’m dreaming, of course. I know the real you isn’t a vampire. But I had thought for just a second that you might be before I fell asleep. It has obviously turned this into a nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from,” I told him in case honesty got me out of the dream. I had never lucid dreamed before, that I knew of at least, so this was all new to me. Noah chuckled. “You’re right. You are dreaming, but why don’t we turn this into a nice dream instead of a nightmare. Would you like that?”

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

At least she gets on with it. Amandla was now sitting on the opposite chair, facing Aviana. She kicks the small, slim cabinet door that has a few distances from the left side of the oven and limited pocketbooks of action; novels waved at her—only inside her imagination. Finally, she reached a hand out to grab one book, ‘Stitch.’ As she was about to begin flipping a page, Aviana’s jaw slightly dropped. “Wait, when did you have that kind of book?” Amandla looked at her, frowning like she did not have to explain everything before saying, “You know my mother is a laundress and the manageress has a daughter; this book is specially made for her collection.”

What could it be? You know that feeling you have when you feel like you have forgotten something and you couldn’t stop thinking about what it could be, yea, that feeling. Her mind drifted off to the dream she had two nights ago, it had started so sweet and her body had responded in the most amazing manner. She couldn’t understand why she felt as if she had never been with a man before. It was so strong. She wanted him so badly in her dream-this same man but why did he always have to change every time the dream ended. What kind of a nightmare was this? The worst part was that she couldn’t tell if he was trying to attack her or make love to her, it all started so romantically anyway. It was li

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

Dream Mate Fans, I rarely do this. But for the moment, I will be taking a short break from updating the book Dream Mate. As you may already know, I have been balancing writing three stories simultaneously. I am nearing the end of my book, The Hunted Hunter, which has taken over my brain. I cannot vibe with my other stories to write new chapters and can't force myself to write as it's honestly not my style. So until either I complete The Hunted Hunter or my brain can once again switch gears to other books, this story will be on hold. Thanks for understanding! Tiberius and Katrina will return soon, and we will find out how they get to their inevitable HEA together.