What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real Novels & Stories

Daulat asked over. “No… and there are not nightmares… they are dreams which just make me sad because I know that I can have that much only. I can only dream and imagine but I believe that Brian’s wife is not just his imagination. He deserves to be with her again” Jerika said while looking away.

I groaned again, loudly. I couldn’t believe that I had just had a wet dream, starring I and my very sexy husband, who had made it his life’s mission not to want me sexually. What was he going to say if he found out that I had not only begged him to fuck me in real time, but has also done the same thing in my dreams too. At this rate, he was going to dump my sorry ass and rent another resort far from this one, just to get away from him. But that dream had felt so real…

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.

he asks. I shrug my shoulders. “She walks out with her friend, so it takes some time. Or she might be helping her teacher pack up as well.” I watch the other mom’s eyeing him. I have never come with a man before; I think most of the mom’s think my husband is imaginary. Because in the three years Kira’s been at this school not once has, he been here. Kira walks over with her friend Ava. When Kira spots her father beside me. Her hazel eyes identical to her father’s light up.

"It's all your fault! You bitch! If you weren't so dumb, insisting on writing that ridiculous testimony, how could things have turned out like this! My money! My cars! My house! They’re all gone! All because of you!" Jean's dream of dumping her pilot husband and seamlessly becoming a wealthy lady had shattered like glass on the ground. Only then had she realized that the love and support she thought she had had been nothing but a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch. The two had gotten into a fierce argument in the rental, and it was said they had even come to blows. In the end, Kyle, who had completely lost his sanity, had thrown Jean out like garbage, leaving her wandering the streets.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

He leaned back in his chair, jaw tight. This wasn’t part of the plan. He didn’t care about her past—or at least he told himself that. He had married her for image, control, and calculated convenience. Not complications. But here she was. Complicating everything. Because now… he couldn't unsee it. Meanwhile – In Her Dreams Luna twisted under the sheets, body recoiling even in sleep. Dark hands gripped her memory. A voice from the past cold and poisonous ripped through her subconscious. “You thought I wouldn’t find you?”

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

And finally, I’m making love to my wife, and I draw blood from her as I mark her as mine. But the trouble is, despite perceiving them as some form of distant memories, I can never see my wife’s face. She’s turned away from me, so I don’t get a clear view. Or if I do, her face is blurred out. Without warning, I snap out of my dream, and jolt upright in a sweat. It’s not that the dreams are bad, it’s the familiar feeling concerning them that have me so unnerved. Dreams aren’t this vivid. And it feels like I know this woman, that she is truly my wife. Yet why don’t I know her name, or her face? Why aren’t those images in my memory, when I feel like I’ve experienced these moments before?