Yandere-daydreams Novels & Stories

the Lycan King says. “She has haunted my dreams since I was very young,” Malleus replies. “Kaiya has helped me to fight her in my dreams, without her, I wouldn’t be able to sleep most nights.” “Are the dreams dark, depraved, violent and sometimes sexual while also bloody?” Damien asks. “Yes,” Malleus replies. “I had those too, for a short while, though they were infrequent…often ending with a climax while covered in blood on a battle field being fucked by or fucking very sexy men with long dark hair,” Damien confesses.

Everyone tried to comfort me, saying, "It's your idea. Nobody can really steal it from you." But Wendy, standing in the corner with red eyes and a trembling smile, said softly, "So this is Kate's dream wedding... I won't take it, then. But, if it's not too much to ask, can I come see it in person on the big day? It's just so beautiful." All her envy and disappointment showed through. Jason, who had been lost in thought, suddenly looked up and said in a strangely calm voice, "Kate, why don't you just let her use the design?"

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.

I splashed cold water on my face, breathing heavy. Then I looked up. The mirror didn’t lie. My reflection stared back at me—messy hair, tired eyes, shame. What was I doing? Masturbating like a teenage boy in the middle of the day because I said the wrong name to the wrong girl? Fantasizing about a woman who’s dead? That wasn’t just low—it was pathetic. I leaned over the sink, gripping the sides tight. Alexa was gone. No fantasy would bring her back. And even if she wasn’t, that dream? That thing with Maria and Alexa? That could never happen. Maria wasn’t that kind of girl. She wasn’t someone to be shared or played with.

"Because I have years of fantasies to fulfill, and one night won't be nearly enough." As his mouth found her neck again, Wendy wondered briefly about tomorrow, about professional boundaries and workplace complications. Then his hands slid beneath her skirt again, and she decided tomorrow could take care of itself.

Just thinking about it made my pulse race. I padded across the room, water droplets rolling down my thighs, and went to stand in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, wet hair clinging to my shoulders, eyes dark with need. I smiled at myself, a wild, secret smile. Tonight I wasn’t just his girlfriend. Tonight, I was going to be his fantasy come to life.

Raj slept in the spare sleeping bag and Jenny had crashed in her room. Andy was in his own room lying naked on the bed while Anya was on top of him. Her straight black hair fell like a curtain, brushing against her cheeks. Her grey eyes were glazed with desire as her thin frame moved up and down on him. Her fuller bust looked like juicy melons. Her sweet wetness enveloping his shaft drove him crazy with desire. Her fingers teased his nipples. He wanted to empty himself into her. He wanted to feel her spasms on his shaft. Her soft sensuous moans filled up the room. Andy knew he was dreaming. This was the best dream ever. Anya’s soft moans aroused him but soon the moans got converted into terr

Ayla POV My head is buzzing; all I can hear is a low humming noise, but the sound is deep and resonates in my bones, making my body feel like it’s shaking. My body feels like someone has replaced my blood with acid, and my skin itches so bad, it feels like I have insects crawling just beneath the surface. I’ve not left Callan’s bedroom for the last couple of days; I can see the worry in his eyes every time he comes to check on me, but he has more important things to worry about than a stupid virus that will be over soon. Callan’s touch and sleep seem to be the only release I get from the pain, but I don’t want Callan to drop everything just so he can stay with me. Lately, my dreams have beco

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g