The Man In My Dreams Novels & Stories

The next morning, right after finishing the morning meeting at Horizon Properties, I was getting ready to inspect our newly acquired landmark project when I ran into Ryan right outside the office building. "Hannah…" He had dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was raw and hoarse. "My stomach was killing me all night long. I felt like I was literally dying…" Holding back his emotions, he reached out, trying to grab my sleeve. His voice was laced with desperation. "Can we please get back together? I don't care about becoming a director anymore, and I don't care about having some fancy degree-holder to show off. I just want you. Please come back and take care of me."

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

I sun bathed for an hour more before deciding to go back in, and making myself something to eat by the time that I was done you decided to quit as well. Later on that night your cock was still rick hard and you couldn't stand it any longer, and decided to get naked and get on the bed and masturbate the images of me sun bathing earlier. You couldn't remember the last time that you came so hard or grunted that loud before. When you were done you got up and took a shower and went to bed and that night you started having all of these Fetishized Dreams about me. Me in all sorts of Bondage Gears and being Submissive to you in every way imaginable. By the time that you woke up the next morning your

When she saw me, she looked surprised, as though she hadn’t expected me to arrive so soon. "Sophia? Where’s Lannister?" I barely glanced at her before stepping into the room where Lannister lay motionless under a white sheet. "Darling! How could you leave me here like this? If you’re gone, I won’t live either!" I threw myself onto him, crying as if my heart were breaking and pressing all my weight against his body. In the process, I injected the sedative into him, but he didn’t move at all, which puzzled me. Could he really be dead?

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

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.

It's hard to describe it, but I've been having these dreams almost every other night for the last week, and it's made me want to sleep even more to continue to have them. It always starts off the same. I'm in an endless void of endless white all around me. For as far as the eye can see, I see nothing. Suddenly, he appears. The man of my dreams. He's tall and handsome. Broad shouldered, and broad chested with shoulder length brown hair slicked back along his head. He has a strong, powerful jawline with just a hint of stubble like he's shaved but not too close to his face. Down along his muscular body he's built like a man who takes care of his body would be: His muscles show up against his bo

** I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath—not only from the dream but in reality as well. My eyes shot open, and my vision was still blurry. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to regain control of my breathing. Then, a sudden realization hit me: it was just a dream—a sweet dream. And this wasn’t the first time I had experienced it. I often have these dreams, yet I can’t identify the man in them. My father had told me it was Dimitri, but the touch and presence I felt in my dreams was comforting. "Are you alright?" a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts.