Yandere-daydreams Novels & Stories

She explained. “When I started getting the visions. Were they real-time? And was I only getting them because Tiberius is my mate?” I continued to probe her, wanting all the answers I could get from her. “No.” She stated. “No? Okay, so if being his mate isn’t why I was getting those visions, and I can enter his dreamscape, what is? Because I’m a Berardi even if I don’t have a drop of magic in my blood?” I asked, hands on my hips getting agitated.

Dream said and started to tell her mom stories about school which Yara didn't understand fully because Kenzo continuously fondle her body. "Sweety, it's past your sleeping time, you should sleep now." Yara said after an hour of talking to her niece and an hour of torture with Kenzo's playfulness. "Ok, mom, where's dad?" Dream asked. "I'm here, kitten." Kenzo said. "Night Dad, night Mom. Love you both." Dream said. "We love you too, kitten. Sleep tight." Kenzo said and hurriedly ended the call. "Shall we continue?" Kenzo asked smiling naughtily. "You and your dirty hands!" Yara said and hit Kenzo with the pillow. Kenzo laughed and catches Yara's hands then laid her on the bed. "I can't stop m

I want to go, but I can’t promise anything, so I don’t reply in either negative or affirmative. I have missed him while he was away, but being around Raff makes me wish he didn’t have a girlfriend and then there is that adorable Japanese person who I am not sure is even real, yet shows up in my dreams. I have dreamt of them more and more vividly and now know that they have cute little breasts with pierced nipples that make me wet just thinking about them and a beautiful cock that is deceptively large for someone so petite. My visions showed them tied and fucked by a sexy man with dreadlocks in several dreams and I wake up hot and bothered. I am still dreaming about Aiden as well, but now the

Nara I open my eyes and check the clock. It's 05:30. Sighing heavily, I leave my bed. I go to the shower and get ready, and I look in the half-broken mirror as I remember the erotic dream I had of Kian. I close my eyes as I think of his hands on me. The dream was vivid, and I didn't want to wake up. Every day that passes, I feel the bond getting stronger. It's like a thirst I can't quench, a fire I can't extinguish, and I'm scared it will consume me whole. Why would I complain if it did? I want it to, but again, it isn't good. I know it's wrong. He doesn't want me, and I should hate him, right? Heck, I need

Rina thought to herself darkly. After she solidified her will, she had recent nightmares of her twin Lydia. Despite that, Lydia sometimes took over her consciousness and soiled her reputation over and over for fun. It was fun for her to see Rina in dread, it was fun for her to make herself look dreadful. “I wanted to see how much you will pretend to be an angel until your last breath” was what Lydia always told her in her dream. * * * -Back to Present day- “Rina? Hello! Earth to Rina?” Nene snapped her out from her daydream.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

I try to distract myself with daydreams instead, but I can’t even do that right. Girls my age should be dreaming about finding their mates, falling in love, living happily-ever-after. But when I manage to wrench my mind away from my internal existential crisis to dream about what I want for my life, I don’t see towering castles and knights in shining armor. I see claws dripping with blood. I see carnage and savagery. I see Xander dead at my feet. Funny dream for a girl who’s too terrified to leave her bedroom most days. Managing to set foot outside the house is kind of a prerequisite for exacting revenge. Fuck my life!

The dream dissolved as I woke up. A brief interlude wouldn't alter the reality. After Jared returned to school on a weekend night, I pondered whether I should pick up a side job to supplement my modest income. I started browsing through videos, hoping to find some inspiration. Suddenly, I noticed a familiar account had followed mine. Surprised, I flung my phone onto the bed. This blogger, known for posting various angles of his abs, was one of the many handsome men I followed. I often drooled over these videos.

JAELA Vivid dreams, vivid unwanted sexy dreams. I’ve been having them non-stop since my traitorous sisters took me to Tristen two weeks ago. My nights are totally consumed with dreams of him. Some of them are downright dirty. I shiver thinking about how real his body felt against mine, the burn of his lips on mine. Aiyana doesn’t make it any better, her longing for Adriel and Tristen has been getting on my nerves lately. She conjures up those memories and I can’t relax until I relieve myself. Why did they do this to me?

Noah's casual, just-out-of-bed appearance was effortlessly captivating, leaving Myla utterly smitten. She wished he could just remember her already, she wanted to tousle his hair herself. She closed her eyes and drifted off into her favorite daydream. In Myla's most cherished daydream, she could almost feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, casting a gentle, golden glow around her. As she stood before Noah, her heart raced, anticipation coursing through her veins. His eyes, hazel gems that glittered in the sun and shimmered in the moon, locked onto hers with an intensity that sent electric currents of desire through her body.