The Man Of My Dreams Book Novels & Stories

“Seriously, Lena! Your mouth will get us in trouble. There’s no such thing as that and he’s definitely not my man. Quit calling him that.” “Yeah, yeah,” Lena said rolling her eyes.“Says the girl who has sex dreams about him.” It was absolutely no use defending myself so I let her win this one. After all, she was right. Maybe he was “my” man. But then that was only in my dreams. *

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.

I didn't wanna read from the front so I decided to open from the middle. 'What I would like to do 'my dream' I saw it on the bed and I decided to read further. "REVENGE" was boldly written and I can't help the scoffed that torn through my throat, if I saw this when I didn't know about it, I would be thinking it was someone else, and I would have find a way to bring justice for her, I will still bring justice for her, it's just a matter of time. *My dream is to become successful, or work in a big firm, unfortunately someone chartered that dream and I am glad I found another dream* a smile lit up my face immediately I read the part that says I found another dream, but the smile didn't last for

Lauren, knew that someone was inside he didn't care and broke the door with a kicked and walked in he saw a skinny man scared at the corner holding a stick in his hand to defend himself, seeing Lauren staring at him coldly the skinny man was about to shit his pants Lauren "Tell me what happened in Mr. Smith's house?" Lauren doesn't want to waste any time so he just released a heavy pressure which he learned to do after he started to cultivate the spiritual energy around him, feeling such heavy pressure the skinny man didn't want to offend Lauren and just reviled everything

"You're joking, right?" I ask him skeptically. He gently shook his head. "I'm not. The way you described the woman, that's exactly how we imagine her." I took a deep breath in and roamed my eyes across the diner. This conversation had taken an unexpected turn and I didn't know how to deal with it. How does anyone deal if they come to know that the person repeatedly appearing in their dreams is in fact, some sort of goddess?! "That's why you wanted to work on our relationship?" The word relationship left a weird taste in my mouth. I couldn't believe the boy sitting in front of me was my boyfriend.

"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.

My vision almost went dark, and I nearly lost my balance. I covered my mouth to keep from making a sound. So, he had not only stolen my money. He had betrayed our marriage, too. I took a deep breath and screenshotted all the evidence using his own phone. Then, I found Dane's phone number and memorized it as quickly as I could. After that, I put the phone back where it had been and lay down in bed again. The man beside me breathed evenly, as if he were having a wonderful dream. I kept my eyes open until dawn.

After work, I went back to our sprawling mansion. I had bought this place entirely with the hard-earned commissions I made from entertaining clients and working myself to the bone selling properties. The down payment alone had wiped out three full years of my savings, and the mortgage ran over 20,000 dollars a month. Back when we were still in our hometown, Ryan used to envy people who owned houses like this. I remembered that, and I made it happen. But standing here in this empty living room, all I felt was a chill.

he said, still watching me. “I’m fine, it was just a bad dream,” I insisted. “That wasn’t a request,” he grumbled, lazily reaching out his hand to tug at my arm. “Now come here. I need some sleep.” It took me longer than usual to relax in his embrace. It was hard to shake the unsettling image of The Man in Red from my dreams. That nightmare had felt too real. The contrast between my nightmare and my current life was jarring. The man lying beside me now was the same man I once feared and ran from. Yet, he was also the man who made me feel safe—and the thought of losing him drove me crazy.

I said as I look up at the ceiling then smile. I take a deep breath then let my eyes close as I sleep in comfort and lightness. Then, I dream about something happy and exciting YET scary. The only difference of it from my usual dreams back at home is that all I dream is all about Evetora and a mysterious man that I am willing to sacrifice my life to, by covering him from being impaled by a sword. That dream made me wonder... who is that mysterious man? Is that a premonition that I will die in Evetora if I stay here longer or just a mere dream created by my confused and dazzled mind?