Yandere-daydreams Novels & Stories

Alpha Lugards's Pov I did not have my usual dream of being haunted by nightmares. Still, I wake up to realize part of my bed damp with sweat maybe, I am not sure. Oh yeah, I close my eyes briefly as I think of what can be the course. Last night, I had a dream about Lyanna instead. She was here and was doing the unthinkable to my body, making me feel pleasure beyond measure. I don't think I will be able to go another day without having to feel her. And why am I even having this strong urge to have her here and to bury hardness alongside my nightmares inside of her?

She moved closer to him and Damien lowered his head and sucked judiciously on her breasts, while she stroked his dick gently. Then a thought entered her head. She was making out with a werewolf. Would she turn into one too if they carried on? “No you won't. You're making out with the human version of a wolf” Damien said with a small grin. “Y… you can hear my thoughts?” She asked surprised and stopped stroking. “Yeah” Damien nodded and shut his eyes as he squeezed her hand tight on his dick and she resumed her duty. “What else can you do?” Jade asked amused.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Her name is a low moan in my throat, “Chiara.” I force my eyes open, running one hand over my face. What the hell was that? I had a dream that I was making out with Chiara and it was… kind of nice. I try to shake it off, but Nelson won’t let me. “You want her.” It was just a dream. “No. She is our mate. You dream of her because you want her near.” I feel my irritation grow at his words. I said it was just a dream. Probably a side effect of whatever she gave me at Alice’s party.

Once everyone was asleep,then Navi again went to Hardeep's room and this time she became bold and kissed him on his chest and lips and ran out of the room before Hardeep could open his eyes but he knew it was a dream. Next day was a D day, a day full of blessings and happiness. Everyone was busy guests were coming from far and near, Harjot was treated like a princess and Navi was made to sit with her as Navi getting overexcited was running from one side to another to finish off the chores but that was not so done with Sukh and Radha around now even her mom was there.

Eros POV “She killed me in her dream?” I shook my head in disbelief at what Kanya said to me this morning. Just a dream, and she was so scared after experiencing it. Could it be that my face, when killed by her, was terrible? I became more and more curious about that woman and her strange nightmare. A strange recurring dream that she brings to real life. From where I am currently standing, on the 17th floor, I can see the scenery out there; skyscrapers frequently jammed streets and small parks in between office buildings. The same sight I see every day without getting bored.

He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca. Becca smiled and returned to her own novel. It wasn't as factual, but she loves fantasy and romance novels. To her, it was like dipping her toe into a whole different lifetime. A lifetime where she is known as the smartest person in the world, the strongest woman alive, and she has someone to love. She always wanted someone to love.

She supported herself on one hand and held his hard shaft with the fingers of the other so she could rub the head in her wetness, spreading her slick juices. Ryan was a little nervous, never having done anything like this before. He had been fantasizing over it for years, though, much of the time lying in bed thinking about the same woman who was about to make his dreams come true. Already he thought of it as the greatest day of his life and he knew it was going to get better.

He was confused by the dream as he continued to think on it as he settled on the veranda overlooking the calming water. A woman was there, standing before a stone. She seemed confused as well. The wind was whipping at her hair as she was looking at the sky. She was unlike any woman he had ever seen. She favored the Portuguese traders Nobunaga was fond of but her skin much fairer, like a pale ivory. Her hair was lite in color, like the sun when it is high in the sky. Her eyes widened he saw they were the color of the sky. He could picture he so precisely in his mind. She intrigued him. He thought she could be an Amaterasu or a yosei at least. He heard the legends but he never once thought the

“It’s what the opposite of what usually occurs in real life.” It had been more than a week since Misha dreamt of Soren trying to rape her inside her room, a week that saw her fail every time she tried to delete the details of that dream in her mind. “Meaning, in your waking hours, he could be respectful and loving towards you,” Yana added. Those words sort of tickled Misha’s heart but she didn’t say anything. Yana, one of Misha’s closest friends, was twenty two years old. She was an accounting graduate but a full-time model in the meantime just like Misha. They were in a coffee shop waiting for another model friend. They would go to a casting call for a TV commercial.