What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real Novels & Stories

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi

Images that the new dreams had planted into my consciousness. It was not a matter of "what" but a matter of "who". Again. Maybe the "where" bore a bigger significance this time, too. Maybe not. I didn't really care. "I'm not sure," I sighed after glancing at my wife's curious stare. The kind that studied every bit of my face to gauge my state of mind and the sincerity in my words. Like always, the visions came through in lengthy dreams. Sometimes they were hazy, short, and scrambled. But often complex and memorable.

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

‘Is there something real happening in this house, or is this just my own jealousy kicking in because of the things she confessed to me? I needed to know. I had to find out if I was losing my mind, or if I actually needed to protect the girl I secretly love from the predator smiling across the coffee table. ​Ever since she told me that she woke up aching and the dream felt more realistic than usual, I have had my doubts. It might still just be her dreams playing tricks on her, and I'm being paranoid, but what if…? What if she's actually doing those things with her brother-in-law and doesn't know it,m

“I don't think anyone has experienced such emotions as I do. I literally have vivid dreams of me digging my hands into his chest, and plucking his heart out. It's getting too realistic. Sometimes, they're not even dreams. They're like visions.” “Do you have imaginations of murdering numerous people, or just one person?” She asked, Her seemingly feeble hands rubbed her knee. “I am experiencing some knee pains.” She explained, I nodded. “Sorry.” “Thank you.” “So, go on.” She nudged, “Most of the time, I dream of my husband. Soon to be my ex husband.” “Is there any reason you'd want to murder him?” “ A lot of reasons actually.” “Indulge me.”

"You've been unfaithful to me everytime you chose your job instead of me. You are unfaithful when you refuse to fulfill your duties as a husband, neglecting me. You might think I am a stone, without feelings but you are wrong and if you don't want me, other people will!" Her response caused the dream he had to force itself into his mind again and he could not help imagining someone else pleasuring his wife and she moaning and screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. It hurt more than he cared to admit. But that was ridiculous because he was just imagining it and it was just a dream but why did it feel so real?

Jason* "Good morning, dear wife," I said hoping that she had forgotten all about the other night. "Why did you attack me in my dreams?" She held a serious face. "Attack you? I wouldn't do that to you." "Funny enough, it was you, it was really you." She flared up. "If that's true, dreams don't matter in real life, my mom said that once." And I thought, my own dreams came to pass. Here was a woman named Jasmine who was finally married to me but I would never do her hurt.

The banging noise continues, and I hear, “Max, wake up.” My eyes open to see my bedroom. I find myself alone, but not all my dream was fake. I quickly yell, “Just a second.” I rush to the bathroom to clean myself. It’s been years since my last wet dream. I grab a fresh pair of boxers, pants, and a shirt before opening the door. “Why are you banging on my bedroom door?” I ask. Taylor looks annoyed, “Your wife let me in; she was on her way out for something.”

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

She dreamt to be a great businesswoman in this world and it was her only sole aim in life which she thinks will shatter after marriage under the responsibilities burden. It's not like being a girl she never thought of getting married or dreamt about but because of her strong will to be a successful woman with hardships is not so easy in this world that never settled well with her goals. For her marrying was never her goal as her only passion was being successful in her career which she will be sooner or later. She feels like getting married will take her independence, will to do job, create boundaries around her and most importantly will make her leave it being a supporter of someone's else