Novel & Cerita The Man In My Dreams

I was happy at the prospect of meeting my mate and being possibly taken away from her, but at the same time I was scared of the unknown, I was afraid that I would be leaving a demon for the devil himself. The only comfort I had was the dreams that I kept having about this unknown man. He didn’t seem to be as cruel as Lukas was and I only hoped that my mate was as sweet as he appeared to be in my dreams. I had been existing only in my dreams lately. I would dream about this mystery man at night and then obsess about the dream during the day. I often relieved my dreams as I walked around the mansion and even when I was with grace and she was being a loud mouth like she normally was, it was as

I look at my left hand and caress the ring mark on my finger. It’s another dream… or maybe a nightmare. Just like when I was still in the hospital, I keep dreaming of that man whose face slowly gets clearer every time he appears in my sleep. He keeps calling my name, holding my hand, caressing my cheeks, and even kissing me. Most importantly, in those dreams… It feels as if I was married to him. But unless I remember it myself, I won’t find out whether it’s real or just a nonsense dream. It could be just a fantasy…

"Why won't you appear. Why can't you let me see your face just once? I am completely desperate, and I have no voice to argue against the things I do not want. I am lonely, abandoned, living like a wandering ghost every day without a shred of happiness. Do you understand? Why do you only appear when night falls? You make me confused and panicked. I would rather you never appeared in my life so that I would not have to waver." I buried my face in my hands and sobbed, my entire body trembling violently. "Why do you appear in my dreams. I am suffering so much, and I am nearly losing my mind, not knowing what is real and what is just a dream. Do you understand? I am desperate. I can no longer fig

“I’m less scared when you’re here. That’s the honest truth.” Something in my chest softened quietly. “You’re scared?” “Yes.” He said simply. No performance in it. He pulled me back to the bed and we sat facing each other, close enough that our knees almost touched. “Tell me.” I said. He exhaled. “I’ve been having dreams. The same one, more than once. It’s been keeping me out of myself.” A dream that would put someone in that state? “What kind of dream?” I asked. “A woman. I can’t see her face. Just her outline. Her voice.” He turned the information over like he was still trying to make sense of it himself. “She told me if I want to know who she is, I should ask my father.”

Garcia Flashback “Did you just say dream?” I blinked up at the breathtaking man looming over me, my heart skipping a beat. God, he was beautiful, like something carved out of my fantasies. I nodded slowly, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, dream. You’re the man of my dreams. Though, I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be this….older. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t think I was into older men. Are all older men as hot as you, by the way?” I ran my mouth without thinking.

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

I am supposed to be called the dreamer princess or princess of dreams, but this time it was all about him , however I tried to escape or wake up from it , it all goes back to the starting point , him, i wake up in a dream to dream about him , what an irony. I even pinched my self but it was all in pure flutifle ..... vain , I cant feel it , where are the brown crawlers of my dreams or those voices calling me , come back again please instead the man I am seeing right now god no , he is taking off his clothes piece by piece and believe me when i am saying he dosent wear much .........stop ........oh my god he didnot stop , don't come closer stay away oh no ... he is coming , someone save me

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.

Stanley’s P.O.V I stood still in the middle of the big master suite, my fingers tightening the knot of my tie as I stared at my reflection. The mirror in my bedroom reflected a strong, immovable man but was I really that man? I didn't sleep well last night. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind became a chaotic warzone, haunted by the devastating memory of the hospital kiss. I could still feel Amy’s soft lips against mine, still taste the salt of her tears mixed with the smudged red cherry lipstick that had entirely demolished my self-control.

I saw Matteo's chest tighten almost imperceptibly, and the air around us turned noticeably colder. I could admit that his cold, steely side was just as ravishing, but we had a much bigger problem right now. What if my dreamboat actually believed this rotund man and decided to reject me? I shoved the rotund man away as hard as I could and ducked behind Matteo. Clutching the corner of his shirt, I said bashfully, "Don't believe him, Matteo! I don't even know who this moron is supposed to be!" The stranger stared at me in disbelief.