The Man Of My Dreams Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The dreams I have been having leave me frustrated, but feeling desire and feeling like someone wants me for me, not to stoke their own ego. Tonight’s dreams are no exception. A large man with dreadlocks joins the hot Japanese person in one of my visions of them, but I never see his face. Aiden is always prevalent in my dreams. The two of them together with me would be a delightful fantasy. I awaken early with an ache between my legs and masterbate in the shower before getting ready and walking to work. ******* Rook cracks one of his usual flirty jokes before he leaves. That man is like clockwork. He stops in every day at the same time and comes back in the afternoon as well.

He was someone I yearned to see in my dreams, and I often found myself falling into dreamland just to see him. The dreams started tame, nothing too weird happening, although as I got older, they became worse and more frequent. For the past three nights, I have dreamed of this man getting shot before my very eyes. I'd watch him fall to the ground before calling out my name. Even now, as I thought about it, I could feel the sheer horror seep within my skin. Clasping her hands together, Grandmamma sighed. "Maybe it's someone you used to know." Smiling, she began to stand.

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.

I did not know who the man was who came to me in this dream, and I least expected it to be the one man I desired. But after giving up hope for Ross to return to me. Now, I didn't care as long as whoever the man was provided the stimulation needed for my sexual well-being. But now, my dreams are a mixture of fear and desire combined. In this morning's dream, I moaned tearfully in pain.

It’s been so long since have ever allowed myself to even dream of a new possibility of a future that isn’t filled with loneliness, I had made my peace with my current life and even cut loose those daydreams I once had. Yeah! A bookstore owner who isn’t a dreamer? That’s me, dreams are for those with the ability to make them happen realistically. And I knew, I knew with my track record a chance at a happy life filled with maybe a husband, family was highly unlikely but now this stranger, this man keeps telling me am his!

he asked me. “Everything,” I said, looking into his eyes. His being here with me especially still felt like a dream. How could I be with a man who looked like he had stepped out of some fictional novel? Dating him for nine months now has made me realise that some people could be perfect in every way. And even in the things they were not perfect in, they still managed to look perfect. “Sometimes, I think like… It's all a dream and I'll wake up in my crammed bedroom with severe muscle spasms because my bed is broken and sinks so low that blood doesn't reach my legs when I sleep.”

The vampire in my dream was a different kind of beautiful, a tempter for sure. I couldn't let Damien know what I had dreamt of; I knew that this was only the beginning; I didn't like what was coming. Finally, I have the man I always wanted; since the moment I set my eyes on him I had wanted him, he loves me too, and this is all I want, all I need. But the man in my dreams makes me believe I need more, but I know what I want, and I want Damien. Damien is waiting for my response, and I am lost in thought. If he notices me checking him out, he doesn't say a thing. He is patiently waiting for my response and watching me curiosly. This is the man I want.

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.

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED