The-dream Wife Novels & Stories

And I, unlucky me, had just walked into the middle of a marriage proposal. “…it’s settled then,” the older woman said, her tone smooth and confident. “Our daughter will make the perfect wife for you, Dream. A union between our families will strengthen both companies. It’s time to think of the future.” My fingers went numb. Marriage? Wife? What? Dream sat calmly, legs crossed, hands folded. His face was unreadable, those silver eyes cold as ice. “I don’t recall asking for a wife,” he said quietly. “Don’t be difficult,” his father snapped. “This is for the company’s good. You can’t carry it all alone. A woman like her will help you build alliances and improve your image.”

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

Snatching the unsuspecting woman up and pulling her close, snarling. "Don't touch my wife!" she yelled before throwing her to the side. "And you," directing her rage to Liz, "what do you think you are doing kissing someone else?" Liz was confused. What was Kris doing in her dream? She hadn't dreamed of her in over a year. "Wh-what?" Liz stammered. "I'm in the middle of filming a scene. What are you doin' here?" Liz looked to her discarded co-star, stumbling away in slow motion. Security entered the room. Stern looks etched on their faces.

"You're my wife! Damn it, we're already married. We have kids; their names are Stacey, our eldest, Stella, our second, and Smael, our third born. Argh, I don't know. I don't know what to call that. Maybe it was just a dream, but it feels real. I even saw you burried—" That man. Everything was a dream to him, but I want him to punch him because why even did I die immediately in his stranglehold? He's annoying! But deep inside of me, it's like I'm being tickled. It was a miracle that he dreamed of me. When he woke up, I was really like his wife. When I walked out to him because of the irritation, I heard him screaming. I quickly went out and caught him sleeping again. When he woke up, he told

"Surely, you can describe your perverted jerk-off dream better than that." I smiled, and said, "I want to see my gorgeous wife getting her tits and ass groped by some guy whose name she doesn't even know; I want to see him push her to her knees and make her suck his fat cock while it sticks out of his pants; and then I want to watch him shove his dick up her cunt and fuck her into a slut-wife frenzy." "Nice visual!" he said with a grin. "You going to clean her up, when he's done filling her pussy with his cum?"

“I wasn't dreaming of fuckng you.” “Never said you were,” I shrug. “I said I brought your dreams to life.” Her lips part but she clasps them sealed before shaking her head. “I wasn't.” she says, her tone low as if she's trying to convince herself rather than tell me she wasn't dreaming of me fucking her brains out. I've got my wife figured out, she has an ego just as I do and she doesn't let it get bruised this admitting she dreamed of me in that way after explicitly rejecting me on our wedding night would bruise her pretty little five foot ego.

Dream heard a loud sound followed by the cry of her mother and she fought the tears threatening to spill down. She recalled telling her mother to divorce the monster she calls her husband but she declined saying that it would affect the family's reputation. She really cared about the family's reputation more than her happiness. Dream sighed, walking out of the house. She greeted the gatekeeper before entering her car. Dream drove into the school's parking lot and parked her properly. She opened the door and got down, straightening her skirt. Just then a black Maserati parked beside her car and the guy she had met at the restaurant got down and locked his car while she did same.

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.