Yandere-daydreams Novels & Stories

It had been a long, weird, and unexpected day in ways—the appearance of Hayden Ryder, the dominant part of it that remained wedged in her mind as she slept. In a single day, she’d felt everything from lust, to anger, and sadness because of him. It was unsurprising that he now pervaded her dreams too. He appeared in them as the object of her fantasy. This wasn’t unexpected either, since he’d evoked a physical desire within her that had been dormant for so long. He was just as beautiful and appealing to her, but the unexpected part was that in her dream, he wasn’t human.

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

Manolo said. “A blue dream,” muttered Nuri. “It’s an imaginary dream.” “That's right. The blue dream is the Imaginary dream, the dreamer's fantasy. The yellow dream is the Realistic dream, the real thing that happens in reality.” I looked down at Shae. “The Queen wants to kill us every day, so she has this imaginary dream at night, right?” Shae understood me and nodded happily. “She only shares her dreams with people she trusts. She likes you,” Manolo said.

If it wasn't him, it would be painfully awkward. I felt a pang of frustration. Mr. Y and I had been going back and forth for three months. We were supposed to meet before the national holiday. My chat background was a selfie Mr. Y had sent, focusing on his hand, which I had begged him to share for ages. His fingers were slender and beautifully shaped, with nails that glowed a soft, pale pink. I had finally come across a soulmate whose chat topics matched mine perfectly, and the hand was so beautiful. Even just the part shown in the photo hit all the points I loved.

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

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.”

Arata said. Darrion frowned. “There’s no such things as afternoon dreaming. There’s only daydreaming.” Arata shook his head. “Nu-uh. Dusk-dreaming then. I was telling Jai about a good performance and some donuts, and you ignored me and dusk dreaming. That’s rude.” Darrion made a face of copying Arata talking. His reaction made Arata had a vein popping on his head. “You!” The blonde only smirked.

The dreams were coming back. Bright, sensation-ridden dreams of sex. The kind of sex where Del-Rey wrapped around her, whispered all the lies women liked to hear and left her aching for release. It had to be the mating heat. Armani had to be wrong about her hormone levels, there was no other option.

Yet none of them was to end the endless romance. Xandra had never been with a man. She doesn't have any experience but she relaxes with masturbation. Next morning she woke up tossing to the other side when she saw her clothes scattered on the floor, the skirt and the blouse, her bra and undies. Last night she had a dream of having oral sex with Darby Rothschild... her arrogant boss. Could it be true? He would never even kiss her. Her day dreamings with him are getting way too extra that he is coming in her dreams at night.

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."