The Man Of My Dreams Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

A deep, indescribable loneliness settled in my chest, though I still forced myself to comfort him. "Now that I'm like this… Are you going to find another man?" he asked nervously as he looked at me. I shook my head without hesitation. "I'm not leaving you." Henry smiled, but it looked strained, almost painful. For a split second, disappointment flickered through his eyes. Not long after that, he fell into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, stayed awake the entire night. The desire he had stirred up earlier still hadn't faded. My whole body burned hot beneath the blankets, and it felt like thousands of tiny insects were crawling beneath my skin, leaving me restless and unbearably on edge.

"I dream of fire that doesn’t burn. Of cities I’ve never seen but know every street of. Of a woman with your hands, writing my name over and over in a notebook that smells like rain even when it’s bone dry. I dream of the day you closed the book and left me in the dark. Do you dream of me?" She does not answer. Cannot. For weeks now, fragments have haunted her sleep—flashes of a man in black standing at the edge of a field gone to ash, his face lost in shadow, his hand outstretched as if he wants her to take it. She has told herself they are just guilt, just her mind picking at an old project she abandoned three years ago. She has never allowed herself to consider that he might be dreaming t

The man who chased me even in my dreams. “Victor.”

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

“I see a blurred version of a man with his back facing me but the flames take up most of the space. I can't see much. Though he is definitely tall and does have a good physique. I don't know the rest.” For several days I had been seeing that single dream that would always stop at that question like clockwork and abruptly cut off. I shook my head and got up from the ground, “Alright, let's go get ready” I said to shut my sister from asking about my dream man. Dream man. That sounded so wrong. I didn’t dream of a prince charming, I just wanted to be the best warrior and a runesmith. Just like my mom. And maybe the head of the Council but that was a far cry.

Much like the men I’m used to seeing. When he told me he was mine, I was confused. How can a man be mine. I don’t get things like that. But still, I kind of giggled inside. This handsome man was mine? I doubt it, but the thought intrigued me. Could someone like me actually possess a man? Since I’ve spent my entire life being a possession, I highly doubt that this is the case. I don’t know what he was saying, but for now, I’ll just hold onto the thought that Grey is the man who is mine in my dreams. I kind of like that.

My heart warmed up in ways I never knew possible. This man here, who was feared by thousands, the man who had men kneeling before him to declare their loyalty… This man who could everything he wanted, was actually nervous… Now that was a sight to behold! “I did not make your dreams come true because my world is not like that. It is not full of sunshine and rainbows. It is the latter. And I know I am selfish to want to tie you down to such a life, but it is that selfishness I take pride in because I get to spend the rest of my days with you. I will love you. I will protect you, and I will destroy everything and nothing that so much as tries to lay a hand on you.”