Dream Face の小説・ストーリー

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Was it a dream? ***

PHEW “It was just a dream” I mouthed as I gently lay my head back on my bed and tried to doze off again. For a while I couldn't, but even when I managed to drift off, all I could see was Kayla, coming to my bed; crying profusely like she had lost a great fortune. I tried to imagine or probably change my dream to something else, but Kayla's crying face kept popping. How can I drift off to some peaceful slumber when all I dream off is Kayla and her sad face?

The worst part is that I can tell it’s a dream, but I can’t stop it. We're in a lush forest, lying on a bed made of leaves. Jace is on top of me, looking down at my face with those intense eyes, making me feel both furious and flustered at the same time. “Mine,” he whispers with an evil little smile in the dream, “You’re my Bea.” “I am,” the dream version of me says and she throws her head back to let him lick her neck. It feels so fucking real, I start to question if this is really happening or not, “Fuck me, Alpha.”

The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, fucking me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so fucking tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.”

Date = 9 November Waking up in a bed. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) His bed in his house. Now that’s a first. POV - Melaena I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion. Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM. I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion. Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.

Reina's eyes shot open, her heart racing as she sat up, drenched in her own sweat. She was having a recurring dream where she was breastfeeding a newborn baby with piercing green eyes staring back at her as he sucked on her nipple. His piercing green eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart swell with love. He latched onto her breast, warmth radiating between them, a bond so tender it felt real—until it was shattered.

“Trust me, it wasn’t that kind of dream.” Kirk smirked, leaning against the counter next to him. “Well, if it involves you pinning me to the couch, it sure sounds like it could’ve been.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, but genuine concern was behind his teasing. Dale shook his head, swallowing hard as he tried to put the dream into words. “No, it was… different. I was… I don’t know, turning into something. Like, my hands were changing, growing claws, and my face—” He broke off, shivering at the memory. “It felt like I was losing myself. Like I was becoming something… dangerous.”

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.