The Man In My Dreams Novels & Stories

He was seated right next to the stage when I looked at him in disbelief. It was like my nightmare had appeared right before my eyes, and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. It was him! The man was wearing a black suit. He had harsh features but could still be considered very good-looking. There was an obvious scar on his face. He looked just like the man who had lunged at me in my dreams. No, I was right. It was him! I was so sure of it that fear started to engulf me. Was that really a dream? Why would the man I dreamed of appear here?

dad tell with a smile ruffling my hair " How did you sleep, kiddo? Did you still have those dreams?" " Yes, dad. They won't go away but I will be fine. I am getting used to them." I replied " Its just that it hurts to see everytime when I see that pregnant woman die in my dreams and I always have the memories of a man named Easton. The man call that woman Mi Reina and sometimes Minerva. I don't know what is her name but it doesn't matter. It's jsut a dream but it always feel real. I feel that pain like it is me that is dying in the dream."

We were having lunch on the villa's terrace, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and the sound of fountains. "I keep having those dreams," I said, picking at my salad. "They're getting clearer. "His hand froze halfway to his mouth. "What kind of dreams?" "The man with dark hair. Last night, I could almost see his face. He was calling my name, but not Lila. He was calling me something else." He smiled, talking softly as though talking to a child. "Dreams aren't real, darling. They're just your injured mind creating fantasies." "But it felt so real. He was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach back. I wanted to go to him."

I asked inwardly, still examining curiously. Then it clicked, the answer flashed through my mind. Series of my dreams for the past three years flashed into my mind And realization drew on my face as the face of the man in my dream became visible. “ It’s him” my eyes widened in disbelief. What the fuck!! This can’t be happening!! MY HANDSOME DREAM MAN IS REAL? I felt faint instantly. I couldn’t believe I was seeing clearly. My eyes swept on his entire body, like I was searching for something. Something to believe that I was actually seeing him and not a fragment of my imagination or dream.

The man’s deep blue eyes remained on the painting before him—calm, unshaken, without a ripple of emotion. “There’s still something I need to do. Hold on for a few more days.” He ended the call while his butler was still shouting, “Wait—!” He couldn’t go back. Not yet. The dreams hadn’t stopped—they had worsened. The only time they halted was when he was physically close to her. It felt as though the dreams were pulling him, driving him toward her. He dialed another number. It was answered instantly. “Any news?” he asked. “We almost caught him, but he slipped away. This man is a professional.”

"That man... I’ve seen him before. I’m sure of it. Twice, actually. Both times in my dreams." “You serious?” Lucas’s hand stops moving through my hair and he gently lifts my chin, his gray eyes locking onto mine like he’s trying to read my mind. "What was he doing in the dreams?" I swallow, the memory flashing through my head like it’s happening all over again. "He was the one telling me to follow him to Moon River. Every time I tried to take his hand, something would happen and I’d wake up. The second time, I was drowning, like legit drowning, and I thought I was gonna die. I heard this voice telling me to go back, but then the man showed up and the voice just... stopped. I got out of the w

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.

I felt one of his hands on my head to help me stand up from my lying position. "I'm dreaming..." I held my breath again and tried to calm myself down. I know it was just a dream, but I feel like it's real. I looked at his hand on the side of my bed. I remembered the man's hand in my dream, but every time I looked at his hand, I felt that it wasn't him. The man in my dreams is not as gentle as the man who's with me right now. In my few months here on the island with him, I can say that he is a good person. That's why I don't want to believe in my dreams, even though I have a suspicion that what I'm dreaming is part of a memory that I forgot.

Oddly enough, he has a very strong will, which I envy. I just want to rip his clothes off. "Fine..." I concede, watching him leave the room, switching the light off behind him, ready to take Eyla back home for the night. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep. Being in pain all day is exhausting, however, tonight, it seems as though I'm plagued with nightmares more than usual. I see a man in my dreams. He's tall, enigmatic. Everything about him is shadowy, almost impossible to decipher, except for the piercing green eyes of his that stare back at me through the darkness.

Lifting my gossamer gown slowly above my thighs I looked down to see wetness there, a wetness that did not come from the stream. Sticky, with a hint of arousal. Sudden realization dawned and I shook my head in denial. It can't be, but I knew that it could and is. But why would my mate instill fear in me, and why hadn't anyone told me that the time was near? Granted it can come at anytime and sometimes without warning. Is that why I've been seeing the strange man in my dreams? But who was he? I know most of my people and he did not look like anyone I've ever met. Besides, in my dreams he seems much darker than my kind who happens to be fair.