The Man Of My Dreams Book Novels & Stories

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.

As I looked around, I realized that the love and wisdom it held would forever guide me, a comforting presence in times of uncertainty. And so, in the quiet of that cabin, we sat – two souls connected by a thread of love that time could never fray. As the fire continued to crackle and the candles danced, I knew that this moment, like the cabin itself, would remain etched in my heart, a treasured chapter in the story of my life. "I've been having dreams," I finally began, my voice a mixture of vulnerability and resolve. "Dreams of a man, a stranger. He feels... dangerous."

I stared at the ceiling and reminisce what happened a while ago, I can’t help thinking but smile. The long wait is over, someone was interested in my story and my life. It’s shocking. It felt unreal. The tiredness of the whole day caught me up. My eyes started to close, my body was aching for some rest, and I don’t have any energy to do any. I let my consciousness slowly eat my whole body and was lost in dreams. Good night.

My hands folded into tight fists. For the first five seconds, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me or maybe I could be dreaming again. These days I could hardly even distinguish between dreams and reality. Maybe my brother was just stalking her and nothing more. No way! It couldn't be My jaw clenched repeatedly. Liam pulls away and left her smiling to herself. The sight of her smile made my blood run cold. I matched up to her and she froze up. "Care to tell me what the hell I just saw" my voice went up the roof.

The book was opened and he faintly saw the word ‘man’ at the top so he moved closer to it… He realized it was her diary… And on that page was what she had written about her dream guy… He blinked as he read through… Realizing he was the total opposite of what was written here made his chest tighten… She had just wanted an ordinary man…someone she could build her life with…someone who could help her actualize her dreams… He recalled the only thing he wanted her to do was be his wife… She also wanted someone she could have children with… He had never thought about having children before… He didn’t think he ever wanted them… Sighing,he dropped the book… He had to stop acting on his feelings…he h

I stared at my bed, eyes widening as I came face to face with a wet patch. “…Damn it. How did I even get here?” This was a first since the dreams started weeks ago. And for some reason, they’d intensified—like they were pulling me toward the man I kept dreaming about. I dragged the sheets off with me as I got up and stepped into the shower. I was out in a couple of minutes, threw on the clothes I’d set aside last night, and before I could spell Magic Mike, I was out the door and half-running as much as my skirt and heels allowed toward Jean’s car parked outside.

Lawrence pressed his forehead against mine to catch a breath. "If I had known you were lying awake," he began. "You would have stayed home," I finished, smiling despite myself trembling for wanting him more. My body ached for him, I wanted all of him for myself. Lawrence is my man, my dream man. The one I have been wanting to be with ever since that time I first cleaned the Magnolia resort. And even when he cast us out from our home, I had never stopped dreaming of him. "Exactly." He looked at me as if reading my thoughts and then he kissed the corner of my mouth. "And before you say anything about not being a thing that needs saving, don't argue with me. Let me be foolish for once, sweethea

Those men in my dreams are they real or just figments of my imagination? Did… was I… was I somehow kidnapped for real? Was my dream telling me something? Is there more to this than it is? Was there an accident? Why is the scene of the accident I just saw bringing memories I never knew existed? What is going on? I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as I tried so hard to understand the situation, my heart rate increased rapidly and I could see… “Mum… mummy, where are you?” What happened? Who was that girl?