The Man In My Dream Novels & Stories

His hot hands were reaching for my boobs, playing them like a stress ball he had been fantasizing about. Was it a dream? “F-Fuck…” A moan escaped my lips when one of his fingers touched my insides. Slowly, I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the clock on my bedside table and a tray of food on it. It was already 8 in the evening. Now I realized it wasn’t a dream. Gripping his head through my legs, I looked down and saw the man in my dreams, Manuel, eating me with so much cravings in his eyes.

The figment of my imagination winked at me, as if he could read my thoughts, and I flushed red, annoyed that I was so predictable yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It would be a sin to do so. Fuck! The man looked so good, or maybe I was too horny to think straight, and with all the electricity that was flowing in me, I knew where I wanted to channel it into. “Maddie.” My father’s voice brought me back to earth, and I shook my head, clearing the ridiculously vivid dream I had. I straightened up to face my pack and address them, but just to be sure, I turned my head in the direction of the man that had been haunting my dream, just because I was a sucker for pain.

I ignore his snide remark about the way I am eating and go on to ask my question. 'You know, when I was still in the human realm, I had been having these strange dreams of a man who would appear in my dreams everyday and would be telling me I am his and I could never run away from him, in one dream too, I played with fire without it hurting me so you know, I wanted to ask if perhaps, you were that man plus I do not get why these dreams only started when I reached my twenties.' I tell him, staring straight in his eyes, searching for an emotion but I see nothing.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

Even though I know it is a dream and it is already over, his words keeps on playing in my head, all the events of the dream too keeps on showing vividly in-front of my eyes. Most people who believe in supernatural things will probably think this is the work of an incubus or some evil spirit of some sort but for me, that is something just ridiculous. I continue to tell myself it is nothing as a cool breeze caresses my skin which immediately lulls me back to bed. Author’s note; Is this getting interesting? Whom do you think the man in the dream is? Thank you for reading, stay safe.

it sounded familiar, like the one in my dream and when I looked up at him, I was taken aback when I saw those same golden eyes I had seen in my dream. He was the man from my dream. " You're...Mr Strange," I didn't even know how I was able to speak. " Yes Scarlett, and I am your mate,”

I know this is not normal, but I can't help it. "I know I'm handsome, but I hope you can speak at least a little bit," I regained consciousness because of what he said. I withdrew the hand that he was holding, and I moved backward. "What are you saying that I'm going to stay here? It's just a dream, and when I wake up, I'll be back in my world!" I said to the man in front of me. He looked at me like he was wondering what I had said. The man looked at the five older men

Standing at the tombstone, darkness suddenly swallowed me, and I collapsed. When I woke, I was in a house all too familiar—my old home with Wayne. My stomach sank. He had recognized me. Sure enough, his face lit up with joy, as though he had just reclaimed a lost treasure. "Arden… I knew my instincts were right. You really are Arden. I've missed you so much these past months. Thank God I never gave up searching!" His passion washed over me, but I felt nothing. My voice was calm. "So what? Even if I am Arden, we're divorced."

Even through his morning eyes, I could see that concern in it, laced indubitably. Stupid Dream. One look at this man and all the intentions in his heart were clear as day. I wondered what triggered me to even have such a dream. "Nothing!" I gasped as I threw my arms around him in a hug. That was all it was… A dream.

The sunlight was bright, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Those dark years when I was imprisoned felt like a distant nightmare. But now, my restless dream was finally over. My life had only just begun. My phone on the desk vibrated. It was a picture message from an unfamiliar number. It was a photo. Inside a ruined shack, two beggars who barely looked human curled up in a corner, fighting over a moldy piece of bread. I recognized them as Kyle and Jessica. Below the photo was a line of text. [This month's update.]