The Man Of My Dreams Book Novels & Stories

I've been searching for the so-called library for three days with no results. Aside from that, another thing occupying my thoughts is… my dreams. I still don't get why I keep dreaming about those strange people. I think it's trying to force me to learn something. I look forward to nighttime the most. I want to see what happens next, to figure out the dreams! To make this happen, I need to fall into a deep sleep, one that I won't wake up for a long time until I grasp the meaning of the dreams. Funny enough, the dream always finishes in the same manner — ends in where the lady dies after childbirth, then the man wallows in grief. I guess understanding my dreams is a priority, something I can d

“I’m going to be banned from a place I call the journey that’s where I go whenever I’m not here, I told her, and that’s not all, I would automatically get that person’s problem” “Wait, like it would suddenly disappear?” “I don’t know, I have never experienced it before” I told her “What problem does Mike have to make him want to dump everything on my brother’s head.” she thought aloud. “Has he ever talked about anything related to a dream world?” “Yes, he does that all the time he wakes up” “He’s working in a bank?” I asked her again to see if she was hiding something. “Yeah, I’m sure of that, she said but her voice said otherwise, I’ve gone there several times”

Hello everyone! Sapphirian J here🥰Tanner's Unrelenting Soul is the second book in the When Dreams Become Reality Trilogy. If you have purchased chapters of this book already, please skip to your current chapter to not buy chapters you have already read. Book synopsis: Tanner has all but sworn off relationships altogether. Marriage and babies would never be his thing. Tanner is okay with having a new woman in his bed every week. Then he sees Kaysen, a widowed mother stripping at the local strip club, and the tables are turned. Will Kaysen be the woman to bring Tanner to his knees?

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’m panting heavily and suck in several deep breaths, doing my best to calm myself down. “Holy shit,” I whisper as I grab my phone. It’s 11:37 p.m. A dream. Just a dream. I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair as I try to calm myself down and regain a grip on reality. I listen hard for sounds of anything happening down the hall, but I don’t hear anything. So I was just dreaming. I could have dreamt about anything in the world, but I chose to have a dream where the man who bought me from my father as payment for his gambling debts was in bed with another woman, and I was jealous.

The way his fingers had found me soaking and the groan that had torn out of his chest. I shifted in my seat. I imagined him here. Not as the man he actually was, controlled, composed, the kind of alpha other men stepped back for without being asked, but as the man from the dream. The one who would lay me down on the desk, his hands rough as he pushed my skirt up, his fingers finding the damp heat between my legs. I imagined the way he would groan when he felt how wet it was, like this morning, like every morning, the way his c*ck would twitch against my thigh as he told me exactly what he was going to do to me.

Chapter four Right before me was the man of my dreams, the handsome stranger that took my breath away, the man l have been fantasizing about spending the rest of my life with, l couldn't believe my eyes, l gazed at him without blinking an eyelid "It's the universe trying to bring us together,"l said inwardly, smiling at him, the smile on my face started to fade away when he ignored me completely, and his guards led him to his seat, l lowered my head down in disbelief, l didn't want to think anything negative, l was happy seeing him and I want things to remain like that

** I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath—not only from the dream but in reality as well. My eyes shot open, and my vision was still blurry. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to regain control of my breathing. Then, a sudden realization hit me: it was just a dream—a sweet dream. And this wasn’t the first time I had experienced it. I often have these dreams, yet I can’t identify the man in them. My father had told me it was Dimitri, but the touch and presence I felt in my dreams was comforting. "Are you alright?" a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts.

Every dream you sold to me that night was nothing but a lie—a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I have always dreamed of a world where I would be loved and cherished by a man, where I would carry his child with joy, knowing he would proudly be a father and a good husband. But, like always, my world had something else in store for me—a man who despises my existence and the thought of being the father of my child.