Untamed Dreams Novels & Stories

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

I bombarded shield with questions "I don't have the answer to those questions bro. That's why i need to go back there. But he said that my mom is not my biological mother, that my real mother is on some unknown island. so its confusing,i need to get answers. coupled with all this dreams i have been having frequently" shield sighed "Dreams?what about that?"I asked "i keep having weird dreams that seem real where am always in danger and i Know they are connected to one another" he replied

My breathing slowed, but the dream still clung to me like a phantom touch. Who was she? It felt too real. Too vivid. I could still smell the forest, hear the soft crunch of her paws against the leaves, feel the weight of her beneath me. And mostly, I craved her, looking forward to seeing her again. My jaw clenched. I didn't believe in meaningless dreams. This had to mean something. Standing from the couch in my office, I stretched, rolling my shoulders. Sleep has been rare these days. I hadn't gone to the castle in almost a week, dedicating every moment to the investigation. Working on every clues I get.

The armored males all laughed, and Dominic had to laugh himself. “She’s not? Well, she never said anything or let on. You must admit it’s not something anyone would think to ask. She’d never mentioned, and we’ve never encountered anything out of size. So …” Dominic shrugged. “Ah, my mate has never been one of you. I’m sorry.” Het’ Tur apologized. “This is our true size. Though we look much like you though larger. We are what some called Watchers and Dreamers.” “Then how can we be Dreamer too? Is that a lie?” Heather felt like she was betrayed. But how could she been lied to? Nothing made sense.

I asked. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, “Three months, perhaps.” He answered. “You have the worse luck getting sex, now Anna is going to date you, but won’t let you touch her.” I said. “That’s hilarious.” I added. He turned facing the ceiling, he laughed “You’re crazy” he said to me. “I could get sex if I want, I could get down with any girl in a club if I ever wanted.” “You have been sex-starved Andy. How about we do it together?” I said looking at his face “It won’t be weird, we have known each other for long, its better hooking up with a stranger just to get pleasure.”

"That's how it was before, but the storm was so bad on the day of the SATs. I was running as fast as I could, but I still missed the exam. So, going abroad is the only option I have left." I paused, then added, "Don't worry. I won't need a single cent from you. The program is fully funded, and even my travel expenses are covered by the foundation that runs it. But even if I come back, I won't be coming here. I'll only visit my classmates and teachers." My voice grew flatter, as if not a single ripple of emotion remained in it. For some reason, the more detached I sounded, the more the expressions of Mom, Dad, William, and even Selene darkened.

The heat wasn’t fading, and neither was the want. Eventually, the exhaustion of need won. My breathing slowed, but my heart still raced, pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. I buried my face in the pillow, curling tightly under the blankets. The note was still in my hand, the edges soft and warm from my touch, the images and desires stirring in my mind, unyielding. Sleep came slowly, restless and unsteady, filled with every touch, every forbidden thought I couldn’t shake. My body relaxed just enough to drift, but the ache, the want, the heat remained raw and alive, steaming under my skin even as darkness claimed my consciousness.

She struggled to fall asleep In her dreams, she found herself wandering through a thick forest, painted in shades of deep red, where trees appear to reflect their shadows around her, and a voice was heard clearly through the darkness; the voice was so natural but sharp, so sharp. “You do not belong in their cages. You are wild, just as your blood is destined to be. Come to me. Claim what is rightfully yours.” Those words kept repeating in her mind as she quickly awakened, her bedsheets folded around her limbs, her skin sweating from the feeling of anxiety of her dreams.

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

“Dreams are sweet, my son… but don’t let them carry you where your body can’t return from.Tunde stood, adjusting his gloves. “I’ll be back by sunset—with enough for medicine this time. Maybe even a little extra for yams.”He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Go safe. And sing something when you dig. It keeps the rocks from falling.” (smiling)“I always do.” He stepped outside, the sun already baking the cracked streets of the Ruins. Ahead, beyond the haze, the Adrium quarry shimmered like a silver wound in the earth. And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream.