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

My hands felt cold as ice. “I've been having dreams,” I said. “This... man from my dreams. B-but he’s not just a dream anymore.” Ronan didn’t ask questions, not at first. He reached for my shoulders, guiding me to his bed. “Sit down,” he said softly. “Breathe, and tell me everything.” So I did. I told him about all the other dreams I’d brushed off. How they’d always felt like echoes—strange, distant. But this last one? This one felt like something woke up.

It’s so real, that if it weren’t for the fog in my head and the slight blurring line around his figure, I would have assumed I’ve woken up tied down to a chair in a dark room. I know this man. Not from real life, but his recurring appearance in my dreams. He’s the first man with the silver eyes. He has reddish brown hair and honey skin. The tattoos that streak up his arm are unfamiliar, not creating any pattern in familiar with. If he were actually a real person, I would notice him immediately. Looking down, I’m tied down to a chair. The man, wordlessly watches me as I remain helpless, before he turns away from me, and walks into the shadowy darkness.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

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.

A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make However big, however small Let me be part of it all Share your dreams with me You may be right, you may be wrong But say that you'll bring me along To the world you see To the world I close my eyes to see I close my eyes to see Every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake A million dreams, a million dreams I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make For the world we're gonna make” It is crazy how it fits just the situation I am in, right? I mean, anyo

"You often dream of me? He asked, but not in a mocking way, but rather in a gentle serious way. "Let go of me." I say as I struggle against him. "First answer me. Am I the man of your dreams?" He said as he brushed his nose against mine. "No, you are the man who turns every dream of mine into a nightmare." I said as I broke from his hold. "The fact you would puled this shit on me, fully knowing I would never agree to it just shows your true colors." I looked at him in disbelief. "Gorgeous, please..." He pleaded with me.

I wanted to voice my discomfort, but he silenced me with another kiss, warmer and more intense this time, as if he was drawing the very essence of my being into his embrace. "Could you at least share your name?" "My name? Let's just say destiny will reveal it when the time is right." said the mysterious man who then disappeared leaving only the sweet aroma of spices. "I knew it, this must be a dream" I snorted again. I often wonder why I'm haunted by such dreams, as if they reflect the dissatisfaction in my life. Here I am, twenty years old, without a significant other. Shouldn't my dreams at least be a sanctuary for me?

“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.”

​"You've been dying to taste my cock, haven't you? Tell me the truth." ​I pulled back just enough to free my mouth, my lips slick and glistening, a string of saliva breaking between my lips and his cock. I looked up at him, my eyes completely broken, entirely conquered by the illusion. ​"Yes," I cried out softly, a broken sob catching in my throat. "Yes, I wanted it. I wanted it so bad I was actually looking forward to my dream tonight. Since it's wrong for me to have you in real life… I just want to have you in my dreams. Can't I at least have that?"