What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh my, James is seriously amazing in bed! Let me know when you're going to divorce him!" She had been lounging on Mason's bed at the time, collecting material for the paparazzi. She remembered how her temper had exploded when she received the message. She hadn't expected anyone in Glorisia to be brave enough to send her such a provocative message. A few seconds later, she received a photo of James' sleeping face. That was when she realized that she actually cared about James. It was also why she rushed home like a maniac to confront him. Wanda lost her mind when she saw the rumpled bedsheets and the scratch marks on his body. She couldn't deny that she had told him that they were free to se

He knows me better than I know myself. “You bet I would,” I smiled. “Well, it was the usual,” I sighed. “As usual as how?” he asked. “How else, Davey? That woman was in my dream again. What could be more annoying? The fact that she kept talking about her husband and child, and this ridiculous reason for me being in someone else’s heart is driving me crazy. I’m losing my mind,” I lamented, while the cook served the food. That’s the other side of my happy marriage.

I shut my eyes and open them again, only to find the room in pitch darkness again. I feel my body and find that my clothes are still intact. “That was a dream?” I mutter between raspy breaths, chest heaving. “But it felt so real…” What is wrong with me? Why am I having such a dream about another man? I am married to Matthew! And that man isn't even real! My body shakes uncontrollably as I slip out of bed. Kneeling on the floor, I clasp my hands and close my eyes tightly. “Lord, I have sinned…”

She never does. In one dream, I’m back in our old house, the one we never really lived in together. She’s standing in the kitchen, her back to me, and when I reach out to touch her, she vanishes. Like she was never there to begin with. I wake up, my chest tight, my body aching with regret. The dreams don’t make it easier. They make it worse. They remind me that I didn’t just lose my wife—I lost my mate. And now? Now I can’t even think straight.

My dreams gave me away. I had no idea it was happening. I’d remembered the dreams themselves, and they were wild and salacious. The kind of highly charged, erotic fantasies I hadn’t had in a long time, not since I’d married Luke. I was still very attracted to my sweet and sensual husband. But sex dreams were, I’d thought, entirely in my past.

"My Alora. I'm trying the best I can. I try to do everything I can to make you happy. I just don't know if it's working, I want to see you smile and happy...call me selfish but I want to be the reason you smile randomly during the day and the reason you go to sleep happy.” She hugged me, tightly and sighed as I wrapped my arms around her. "You take me to another level of happiness.” She told me. I kissed her hair and muttered."Mi Reina.” ***************** My eyes opened and I realized I was lying in bed. Shit! Was all that just a dream? It felt so real. I could literally feel how happy I was. I glanced sideways to see my wife sleeping beside me. Was she the woman in my dream? Strangely, I su

I was showered with love and adoration, and the other wives respected and admired me. But as dreams often do, the illusion shattered when I woke up. Reality hit me like a wave crashing against the shore, and a deep sadness settled within me. The dream had felt so real, so tangible, that the contrast with reality was almost unbearable. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as I realized it was just a figment of my imagination. The prospect of being Marc's Luna, of having his child, had brought me a sense of purpose and fulfillment. Now, that dream seemed distant and unattainable.

“The last decade or so I have been having very abstract dreams. After a lot time meditating and writing them down I managed to put them into a narrative and they show me stories of witches and she wolves buying coffee in a particular chain of coffee shops, that are throughout the kingdom. These women are always young, they seem intelligent, well presented, some quite affluent, then they go home, they all live alone. One they drink their coffee they pass out. A group of men enter their homes and take them away. Other times my dreams are of these witches or wolves in cages or strapped to steel beds, in hospital gowns. It took a few of these dreams to realise these women weren’t being randomly

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

That me and Maru will be like a normal couple. But I guess I'm wrong. Reality again hit me. No hope for me. I'm just a business wife and forever will be.