Sweet Dreams Song Novels & Stories

With the sweet sound of Matthew's voice, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Matthew's voice was really sweet. It was a pity that he didn't become a singer. Matthew was really talented. After falling asleep, I started to fall asleep. In the dream, I could still hear Matthew's singing. That song was so sweet and melodious that it made people feel at ease. The dream scene was very peaceful. I lay on the bed in our room, Matthew sitting beside me stroking my hair. In between the two of us was a baby boy with a plump face, pink and white skin, extremely handsome. Matthew sang to me while teasing the child.

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

Lila fell asleep quickly, silently crying as I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her but not wanting to make her uncomfortable. I want to show her support without making her uncomfortable in any way. I think she was just so mentally exhausted and overwhelmed that her mind needed time to recover. I can feel the pain radiating through our bond. She is devastated at the news. I stayed with her for a couple of hours, falling asleep as I inhaled her scent. Bonds can be a funny thing. We have a scent as a wolf that is unique to us. We can all smell each other, but our mates will always smell delicious to us. When they smell Lila, she will smell like cherries and almonds, but for me

… Insomnia has completely become a usual part of Crystal's day-to-day life. With every day bestowing a new change to her life, she could not sleep a dim. Adding to her headache, was what she discussed with Mervin the previous day. She was so deep in thought as she cuddled her pillow tight on the bed, lost staring into space. *Ring, Ring* Her phone brought her back from the land of brainstormers. She reached out for the phone which was on the sideboard of her bed. "Crystal Blues speaking" That has become her usual word when she gets a new unidentified number.

“How many nights I dreamed of you—only to wake up hating you?” Tears pricked my eyes, but before I could speak, his mouth captured mine again. Clothes became nothing between us, falling away in hurried movements, as if they were chains we needed to break. His hands traced the lines of my body with reverence and urgency, like he had been memorizing me in his head for years and was finally allowed to touch. When he entered me, it wasn’t just passion—it was release. Years of longing, pain, anger, and love crashed together. I clung to him, nails digging into his back, whispering his name like a prayer.

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.

‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran 🎶 “Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time Darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine” I hugged myself while I listened. His voice is amazing. And he’s good at playing the guitar. It felt romantic. It was my dream to be offered a song as sweet as that. 🎶 “Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listenin’ to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight” 🎶

I was feeling cold even though the it was really hot and I couldn't stop the feeling that someone else was in the room with me. I released sharp shaky breaths as I reached for my airpords and I resumed my music. It was Save me Slowly by Sodaq. I slowed my breaths as I tried to follow the lyrics. And as I walked closer to the edge of the earth. I need you to save me slowly. Eventually, I drifted off to a deep but not sound sleep. Because it was full of nightmares. Of things I'd rather forget. *********** It was hot. Like really hot.