The Man In My Dream Novels & Stories

I flex my biceps with observation and turn to the side to reflect on my lean figure. Even if it was the hardest thing I've ever done - consistently hitting the gym really paid off eventually. The gym to gain muscles and swimming to keep lean and fit. I turn the knob and let the cold water snap me out of my discomfort from the dream. Now that it's been a while since I woke up, I've already forgotten a few details which I'm thankful for. However, I still remember the men. A silvered eye man. Somewhere along the dream, I had ended up in a forest with Torin. I didn't see why or how I got there, but the man from my dreams was definitely unsettling. An x shaped scar down his eyebrow and cheek, gol

But I was glad that it was just a dream. And then I heard it, the footsteps. Low, heavy, and steady coming towards my door. "Miss Dankworth, Jane?" His male voice which I couldn't mistake for anyone else. James Carville. I would prefer it if he just stopped calling me Mias Dankworth and just stick to Jane. I could tell from his voice that he didn't sleep a wink, softer than I'd ever heard it. Then the door opened, just enough for light from the hall to spill in. He was still in his black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his eyes scanning the room before finding me, and stopping.

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED

His body was muscular and brooding. My dream came back to me in a flash. The man in my dream was standing right on my doorstep. Unclothed as I last remember it. He lifted one eyebrow, lifted a hand, and made some weird gestures in the air. Realizing it wasn't enough, he parted his lips, but no words came out. I understood none of his intentions for coming here.

The man was furious with me, how could a sexy dream be furious with me? I rolls my eyes and scoff “you are just a figment of my imagination, that I am dreaming about right now! I belong to no one!” The stranger looked at me with a devious smile. “Is that so?” he asks. Suddenly I was not completely sure how real this dream was!

“I don’t remember exactly. I just… I keep dreaming about a man. He’s always with me, making me laugh. In the dream, I was really happy. “I didn’t know who he was at first, but now… I think maybe he was your father. But I don’t even remember what he looked like.”

I said as I look up at the ceiling then smile. I take a deep breath then let my eyes close as I sleep in comfort and lightness. Then, I dream about something happy and exciting YET scary. The only difference of it from my usual dreams back at home is that all I dream is all about Evetora and a mysterious man that I am willing to sacrifice my life to, by covering him from being impaled by a sword. That dream made me wonder... who is that mysterious man? Is that a premonition that I will die in Evetora if I stay here longer or just a mere dream created by my confused and dazzled mind?

“ Humans are precious and will always be. Sometimes we’re childish, sometimes we’re at fault, but most of the time we make everyone happy. “ I explained and tilted my head to accessed my gaze at the window. This is Ace' room and I know it because I once slept here. His fragrance, his aroma, his presence, all of them are just a primary fact about his beauty. He have this devilish side yet, it was as sexy as hell! But,---------no one will think that he’s actually not human. “ Making others happy doesn’t mean that you’ll be happy too. Nor feeling it for the rest of your life. “ As I said those words, the scene of my dream suddenly pops up in my head. The man of my dreams… Commonly, I always dre

I followed Dream’s gaze and froze. A man was making his way toward us, tall, poised, with the kind of self-assured smirk that screamed danger. His suit was perfectly tailored, his blond hair styled just enough to look effortless, and his eyes, bright, calculating, were locked on Dream like he’d just found a familiar toy. Dream’s posture stiffened. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But I felt the change immediately. “Dream,” the man greeted smoothly, his voice a low purr that carried just enough charm to make the nearby assistants blush. “It’s been a while.”

But no need, because the man is approaching my bed and I can see his face. Feels strange and foreign. That was my first impression. I felt like I had never seen him. Then who is he? “Kim Hana,” exclaimed the man, looking at me. Does my name change when I dream? “You finally woke up after a long time,” said the man holding my right-hand tight. Just like that woman, he also speaks English.